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Steam Vent Vapors | Mark Tulin
The homeless guy I pass on my way to work
has a collection bowl between his legs,
looking up with teary eyes,
saying the good lord is watching over me
as the steam vent vapors rise in February
Something in those words mattered
as I bent down and gave him some change,
waiting at the bus stop in the snow,
I hear his voice, his lonesome plea:
please spare a dollar for a cup of coffee.
Crow On The Wire 
I sad, understated little poem. I like it a lot.
Thank you. Liz.
You’re welcome, Mark.
Anything we can do for those most vulnerable in our society is something we should always do. Sad, but relevant piece, Mark.