As If On Cue

They hover at traffic lights;

Disperse when the light goes red,

As if on cue.

With their hands pressed against your window,

They look at you;

Promise you God will bless you,

If you

bless them

With money.

Or with that bottle of water on your seat.

Or with that KFC chicken that you bought

For your needs,

But now feel awkward about;

You know where your next meal will,

But they do not.

You search your depths for empathy,

Or sympathy; even pity would do.

You waive them away,

And the dirty water they threaten to spill

On your window

to clean it.

They leave behind

Their breath.

You see green,

As do they.

And, as if on cue

They melt away.

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