I saw him passing & repassing
Among the young black men laughing
Tough in Bulls Jackets, hats
Raked at a threatening angle--the fixed look
In his eye, the prognathic jaw
& his oddly wooden movements.
I thought "how out of place," this white man
In alligator shirt new jeans almost every lunch hour
The polished floors of Grand Avenue
Food court, long blue windows: scoops
Of Lake Michigan Sky. He was treating
Them all to Kimchi Pork, Teriaki Chicken,
Mexican black beans, high-fiving,
Buying the boys beer & pizza. He'd
Bend near their testosterone sprawl, shaping
His lips as if to say, "Isn't life good,
My friends? Enjoy!" & I recall their laughter,
Their nudging each other in the ribs
An open joke
As he again heaped up their plates.
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