Amir Poured Forth A Blessing Poem by Frank Papaycik

Amir poured forth A blessing
On my head
Jube Domine Benedicere

The Capri denims too short
The ankle sox too short
For Thanksgiving weekend

The cold set early this year
The night was mildly harsh
I saw him at the bus stop

Waiting Waiting Waiting
I had no money None
I brought back coffee

He was gone No longer waiting
I circled the Block I found Him
Huddled in a doorway

It’s cold I have no money
Would you like some coffee
Yes Thanks It means a lot

I had the last of the Milk
Some Sweet n Low with Me
He took the cup Raised his eyes

My name is …
I’m Amir We shook hands
Thanks Man This means a lot

I gave him two Pall Malls
He had his own matches
Then he pronounced

God bless you
A cup of coffee
Two cigarettes

O felix culpa that merits
The request for the blessing
Of god upon my head

I dared not look back at Him
I feared seeing identifying Marks
I had to believe Not see