“I Passed Three Times this Weekend” by Pam Gibbs

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A man, waiting for the city bus,
napping, leaned back on the bench,
his red suitcase jauntily painted,
while walkers avoided his peace.

The third pass in two days, I knew,
but did not wish to wake him, had
just spent my last dollars on a latte,
had somewhere important to be.

Resolved to return with a larger bill,
was busy, and so much later
came back with good intentions
to the empty bench.

-Pam Gibbs

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