moving time

lately there has
been a man
standing outside
my house all day.
right by the door
near the dying rose
bush. he's holding a
sign made out of
a folded piece of
cardboard saying god
bless, thank you,
please help me.
and in the
other hand is a
red can full of
change and bills. when
i leave to go to
work, i put a dollar
in the cup and he
smiles and says
thank you, but that's
about it. have a good
day, i tell him.
see you tomorrow.
he nods, and says if
you're lucky,
maybe you will.