Atop a cement esplanade
on a June Thursday,
begging change from
the SUVs turning left,
the leftovers of a cardboard box reads,
"Need food,
Anything helps,
God Bless,"
a man in a wheel chair.
His pelvis lets loose
one limb,
his right thigh wiggles on
the end of the seat, and
falls short of a leg.
The knee glides
effortlessly,
sweat driping around
scars on a stub that was once
a leg.