Grey Beneath Sparkling Trees by James Morehead
July 2, 2011
Grey Beneath Sparkling Trees
by James Morehead
on a crisp night near christmas my arms burdened by presents my wallet drained i search for a money machine and find one across the street but am unable to move for underneath the hummming terminal a grey man small bundled thick in olive coats torn blankets staring at passersby and slowly moving his lips taking a step across the street and trying not to notice i realize his focus is now on me and gradually understand his words "please..." "...sir" "bread..." "please sir may i have some money for bread please sir may i have some money for bread" words spoken carefully repeated so soft few would notice the few above him taking money that isn't for him but more painful than the stare and whispered plea is the guilt as i walk away wallet full assuring myself that it isn't my fault
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