A menacing figure blown in by a lunatic wind

looms in the doorway.

Frightened staff shout, “You can’t come in!”

He bellows, “I just want to look around!”

“You can’t come in without shoes,”

scream frightened employees.

His swollen feet look like raw purple meat, —

scarred with bleeding postules, nicks and bruises.

“I ain’t wantin any trouble here,” he warns

over and over again as he steps forward.

The manager of the store puffs up his chest

and with his arms crossed warns:

“We don’t want any trouble either!”

A diminutive employee rushes up

to the homeless man, tossing him

a much-too- small pair of flip-flops.

He lumbers into the store to have a look around.