Warm Sandwich

Amidst the bustle

Of a downtown

Day

She sits…

Wrapped in

Tightly woven

Anger,

Though loosened now

So that anger,

Spoiled and congealed

By the

Beating rays,

Spills out across

The bench and

Nearby walk…

Threatening to trip

All passersby

Until…

A warm sandwich…

Offered by a

Passing and disappearing

Hand,

Ushers a craggy smile,

And a tear…

As the anger…

Once strongly embroiled

Is, for now…

Out of sight.