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,
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
You see green,
As do they.
And, as if on cue
They melt away.