The little girl has her popsicle.
She won’t share.
Can’t I have a taste?, Mommy whines;
her wallet is now empty.
A young man is selling hot dogs.
They’ve never met, but he has noticed:
Hey, go and tell Brianna that this King of Pops is on me.
He puts out his hand.
My name is James.
She feels a bit surprised-
then undeserving and suspicious.
Is anything in this world ever free?
But a frozen piece of pumpkin pie has her name on it,
and now it’s for the taking.
She comes back to show him.
Thanks so much, James!,
is her exclamation of gratitude,
and next week she’ll be back.
She may even buy a hot dog.
Grace is irresistible like that.