Busily
from NJ to NY coming and going
meet G.W. Bridge
at entrance to New Jersey
sometimes encounter
a mid 30s female
scattered hairs,
puffy lips,
approaching with broken shoes
she can't holding a light paper
words of desperate help
by the spring breeze
drops and picks up
over and over
when bows down
the hot afternoon sun
pours behind back

Hurriedly
i take out wallet
lower window a little
hand over one dollar

She blesses my future
never forgets to smile.

As soon as
i do that
unbearable sorrows coming out
my fingers begin to tremble.