the morning trip to the 7-11

there is a man

in rags,

with no shoes,

standing on the side

steps

of the 7-11.

his zipper is down

and he's

emitting a golden arc

of urine

in the early

morning sunlight.

carefully

i step around the growing

puddle

as pee streams

onto

the ground.

i go in and get my

newspaper

and milk,

then go home. saying

nothing

to no one about

it.

for what is there to say

that wasn't

said

yesterday

and the day before that.