wind

wind

is a soft breath of movement

across my face

tickles

moves the open newspaper a few inches

from my back

my park bench is cold

shivers of snow clumps press up and

down my legs

sun is a sword stuck in my eyes

i roll over and feel with shock

the sidewalk now below me

a few passer-bys rush to help

why i wonder no one usually helps a person

who is homeless but they are

doing so and a breakfast at

a restaurant proves there is kindness

still abounding in this world

and i am thankful