City street in the sunlight
It is march it is bright
Cold draft still is lingering
Like a snake in my pass
A person in a bundle
Hunkered down for the hour
Sunrays are not brightening
Her stillness her need
Her face I try to contact
But to no avail
Her stare does find an angle
Towards the pavement
A waving bundle of hair
I do see her dish
Grab coins I can spare
Feeling in my cold hand
Slow motion slip
Her one eye opens
Following the toonies descent
Her stillness was interrupted
We did not connect
Am on my way and didn't look back