The other day I went to the store.
The old kind where people stop and talk,
where the vegetables frequently come,
from less than 5 miles away, and we still number
fewer than one thousand, after 21 years.
Having been to an interview I still wore
my dress clothes, a suit coat and tie.
Disguised as an indigenous species
from a world other than my own.
Reaching the door I held it for a man,
he thanked me, I noticed his surprise,
intense gratitude, and emotional eyes.
Seeing his clothes I Realized that he was homeless,
I understood that he had expected no courtesy
and that I had no conditions for offering it.
We both smiled and he thanked me,
with warmth, genuine gratitude,
as only the best of men in any clothes
always remember to do.