Focus on the light, Force it to change, red to green, Motivated by the impatient might Of your uncomfortable will. Will Work For Food! barely legible against old flimsy cardboard torn from a discarded box retrieved from an unsecured dumpster Torturing your peripheral vision, Look down quickly, avoid eye contact. There is nothing to see, no need for decision… Ignore the reality moving closer to your window Please Help dispiritedly held by unclean hands dirt under fingernails, smeared on forehead like a paste holding the whole thing together Survey the backseat, fumble with the mirror, Pretend to search, with no intent to find. Squirm, fidget, the solid apparition in the cold appears bolder. Pulse racing relief; light changed! Escape from anticipated guilt. My Kids Are Hungry. God Bless! lost, tired expression… ashamed. slowly shuffling back to his post; humiliation rewind. confused by the fish symbols moving rapidly away. Pull away quickly, dare not to look back, Dread the glimmer of recognition: Remembering a previously followed track… A future not fully denied.