The buckets of rain continue endlessly to start my day
A black women appears from the wet drops and she asks for bus fare...I am confused
My senses are alert to the damp lie of the stranger
When I look in her eyes...I see a young, healthy women and not the pain of a poor, tired, downtrodden human being
My brain says no...but my heart finds the fare, plus one for the return
She exits quickly and disappears through the fog and rain
I wanted to continue the conversation
But was left with just the watered down questions
Was my offering enough?
Could I have done more?
Do you need food?
Do you need money?
Do you need a hug?
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