This Could Have Happened
Some guy in red-and-white hooded jacket,
beard in bedraggled dress,
stood on a corner in Chicago's Magnificent Mile
during peak Christmas shopping days
as wet show drifted about his ears
and the red in his cheeks froze on his face:
In his hands was a sign that read:
Will sell books for food.
And every once in a while he'd look at the sign
as if something were missing,
wondering why nobody
was taking him up on the offer.
Found In Volume 28, No. 01
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