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Pizza Please

October 5, 2016



His sign screamed



Under the freeway

He sat and asked

For help


No money needed

Just food


I had pizza for later

But later for me

Was present for him


“Tough luck today?”


“You could say that”

He muttered



A small nod

Leads to a toss

Of the tinfoiled pieces

Of pizza

purchased last night.


He let out a dejected



He looked battered and bruised


I’d seen him countless times

Same red hat

Same sad state


The streets can do that to a man


Green means go

So as the light turned

I left him

Feeling happy to help

A man who needed a little luck

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