Dear Anonymus,
I quietly left socks and a coffee card, from you, Dear Anonymous.
Said 'Good morning.' quietly.
He lifts his head. Disheveled from sleep and asks,
'You from the VA?'
'No. I am not.' But I ask,
'Need a sleeping bag?'
He brightens. It's a yes.
I find a heavy, water resistant and thermal Carhartt sweatshirt, too. I offer him coffee cake.
He smiles just a tiny bit.
And there is a tale of someone handing out mummy sleeping bags from his pick up truck last night. Thank you, sir.
Semper fi.
Thank you, Dear Anonymous.