Sunday Morning at the Winn Dixie
We were shopping
in Atlanta, Georgia.
This black
homeless guy
came towards us.
“Don’t forget the bagels,”
he said.
My husband just smiled.
“They’re not like New York,”
said the stranger,
“but they’re gooood.”
My husband has a big nose,
glasses,
black hair,
Semitic eyes
and he does work with money.
I thought,
“They must know
each other.”
They didn’t.
The stranger didn’t know
my husband is Jewish,
that he is from New York,
that he likes bagels.
But he did know
by looking at him
and he was right.