I am dry in my house, this rainy night
but cannot settle to sleep. He haunts me.
Can you spare a dollar? he asked
and I could, I did. That was all I did,
placed crisp dollar in shaking hand,
got back into warm car, laughed with
grandson, ate a Rollo, wound my yarn.
And the man sat in the rain behind Savers
with his crutches and his cast and the
sense of death surrounding him. I gave
him a dollar, left him there. He haunts me.