by Corey A. Blades
I winced as he reached
Into the garbage
And ate in America
Land of the free.
He caught me staring
And asked
With day-old breath
For a buck.
I gave him some
In God we trust
And wondered if he did.
We introduced ourselves
As strangers
In respective stupors
And spent the day
Reflecting and grinning
From sea to shining sea.
Corey A. Blades is a senior majoring in communications from Oliver, British Columbia.