Streets
headed home
stopped at a 4-lane
looking at lights
and a young man
appears
crossed the street
and stood at my window
his eyes soft and sad
mumbled something
his breath a bottle
“Mama, who was that man?”
and as we watched him
disappear into the night
I looked at her
in my rearview mirror
and just said,
“someone who needs
a prayer”
TL