An apple, a pear, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
land at my feet, dropped from the rail by a bony little one
who turned and ran before they hit the ground.
I devour the unexpected treat, and then I sit
in the shade enjoying the nothing sound
my happy tongue roving my face in search
of crumbs and splotches, which I pack in my cheek
so the thrill can pool and trickle, so I can extend my
slow farewell to that taste of something different.