Mercy
I saw you as I pulled up to the light.
Your soot smudged face lit by the morning sun.
You share your perch in the church doorway
With a woman with bright, white hair
and an equally dirty face.
Stuck in traffic, I feel your eyes upon me.
I stare straight ahead, unwilling to engage.
I was glad the sun was shining
and I was safe in my car.
Your circumstance intersected my privilege,
I hugged mine tight as I drove away.
September, 2022
Roxanne Cordonier
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