The homeless guy is in the grocery store again,

questioning prices and the propriety of charging for food.

His loud logic dismembers the muzak,

stops shoppers in adjacent aisles.

After a beat, they resume like sleepers in choreography.

He asks the checkout clerk, “Have you noticed how,

from far away, the words money and hungry

sound pretty much the same,

but how up close

they mean very different things?

Have you noticed that?”

No one has noticed that.

No one knows what to do.