Pick-Me-Up

He wants to talk

And you have other business

His hands are cold

The coffee helps a lot

He mutters some

And heads all turn

Dispassionate.

He glues his eye

On your warm corner spot.

Yep sure is cold

Just like when we were kids

Remember?

He slides into the bench

Just opposite

You grasp his eyes

And smile right neighbourly

And tender

You’ve made a friend

For just the simple

Care of it.

(Luke 10)

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