Hungry eyes
I am that scruffy urchin
trembling in the winter chill,
with hungry eyes as wide
as your fancy dinner plate,
staring with an empty longing
through the restaurant window
as you settle into comfort
to enjoy your sumptuous feast.
I know you know I’m here
as I caught your furtive glance.
But something deep as marrow
tells us all we need to know.
There’s an ancient rule of order
that forever serves to separate
the likes of you from the likes of me,
hard and fast as that window’s glass,
and just as near impossible to see.
(2014)
