An apple, a pear, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
land at my feet, tossed from the rail by a bony little one
who turned and ran before they hit the ground.
I devour the unexpected treat, and then I sit
in the shade enjoying the nothing sound,
my happy tongue roving my face in search
of crumbs and splotches, which I pack
in my cheek so the thrill can pool and trickle, so I can extend
my slow farewell to that taste of something different.