9/5/08 (for the man with the cardboard sign)

mr.anyone sits and he watches me hovering
he once had a name, but lost it in the fire
i wonder what in me he could be discovering
what that’s left of me he’s found to admire

still mr.anyone seems captivated
i’ll go on my way with the warmth of his nod
strangely and newly and justly elated
faced with the varying faces of God