LOOKING DOWN
In a Car

Red light.

See him there.
One leg is gone.
Wobbly wheel chair
looking frail, too.

His outstretched cup is stationed where
the cars must wait,
then can turn.
Who will pity? You?

Many other men
are scruffy like him too;
can’t help them all.
(Eyes now closed to view.)

“As you do it for the least
You do it unto Me.”
Is he one of them?
Not sure what to do.

Green light at last. Whew!