“District Angel”

I look up briefly and eyes connect
Garbed in a cross and black garment
An impression to give or regret

I reach for my purse
But internally I fuss

As he won’t look my way
So unable to pay

Please give me another chance
This was not happenstance

Following work weeks later
Heading home after

I see the cloak
And in total shock

My phone drops
My mind pops

For this thanksgiving
With hands shaking

I dropped most coins
But missed one point

In that very moment
To give all in the wallet

The responsibility
For another opportunity

Consequently, on the third day
And still the month of May

In much zest
I give the rest

Never to be seen again
He turns back to me and says
God bless you