The Poor’s Prerogative
They had the luxury of time,
and stomachs rumbled in happy anticipation.
Dishes overflowed with creamy sauces,
smothering soft vegetables.
roasted with exotic spices and juicy root vegetables,
with glistening silverware.
Rosy cheeks chattered appreciation,
bubbling over the clinks of forks.
A symphony of hearty laughs from heavy bellies
filled the toasty room.
But when one of them looked out at me
staring through the window,
it was I who felt hot inside,
and so I lowered my head
and walked away,
to shoulder the cold
of the icy street.