As I passed her by at Mission and third
I stuck my hand in my coat pocket
To silence my clanging coins
She was crouched next to her grocery cart
And held her filthy hand at me
I said no.
I have no dime to spare today.
She nodded and tucked her hand back
Into her many layers of clothing.
She looked away as though it pained her
To see in me
Herself
A lifetime ago.
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