Pacing the concrete median strip
adjacent the intersection
of Central Avenue
and Ritchie Road,
his scruffy beard
daubs a face rutted
by hard times;
vacant eyes
expose the emptiness inside.
The cardboard sign
pressed against a soiled, slept on
Army Surplus shirt
reads “Desert Storm Vet
down on his luck
needs help to pay the rent”
and I’m thinking
‘There but for the grace
of God go I’
but the light turns green
& I punch the accelerator
so as not to piss off
those who continue
along this road I travel.
Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland. Author of four published collections (three available from amazon.com), Ben's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize.
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