Kingsway

Kingsway

Kingsway

Every night she sat
Wrapped in many layers
Buffered by bags of
Unknown age like old skin,
A crumpled hat, once fine,
And some parts of gloves,
Though it was not cold.
She seemed to extend a hand.
She did not speak nor plead
But I could not pass
Without leaving a coin
Or thought I did.
There never was a gesture
That made me sure.

                            --Robert L. Doty--