The Tramp Trail at Lunch

No wind and

It's a hundred degrees

"... for Lord we know we'll hunger again,

but the Blessing you have is eternal..."

I am close enough to the front

So that I hear the blessing

Of the sack lunches

Most of the other shuffling

Drunk desperate or displaced

Are behind me

Thank you I say

Some Do Good Kid

Hands me the bag

I hustle over

And throw it

Into the van

On to the next line

To eat

A hot meal

And save

The brownbag

Until later