the haggard, lanky man
holds a cardboard sign to his chest
“homeless”, it says
though it doesn’t need to say it
i call to him
rolling down the window in genuflection
and hand him a 20 dollar bill
his eyes open wide
stunned at what he feels is my generosity
though it isn’t even a typical lunch bill
“you are a beautiful man”, he says
“your soul seems to be divine”
i reflect on his words
and hope he is not mistaken
