His bag of Goods


A small Cuban boy
Runs swift across the dusk trafficway
Determined to get his brown grocery bag
Into a surrounding that will be emptied and appreciated.

The couple with noxious cosmetic scents
Step-out of the yellow cab for the man on crutches to
Come forth and carry them down the street.

Inclined walls & General Tso's chicken in the foyer.

The heat is leaving Auditorium #4
For a friendlier level of temperature.

Leaves crispen and rattle along the ground
As a man yells in a wavering tone
To someone I cannot see,
"Wait, don't let me beat you up."

I can only think,
"Did that boy
make it home with his bag of goods."