Union Station, shops and stores,
Peregrination ‘cross marbled floors,
Cathedralled ceilings enclose a space –
A snapshot upon an urban face.
Alien faces from faraway places,
All strangers in a stranger yet land.
A man shuffles past in slow, short paces
And speaks with gesticulate hand.
He asks for a dollar as I move away,
‘Hope to return the favor some day.’
Union Station serves a great nation
Where the hungry all seem to be fed;
And the Opossum no longer plays dead.
©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011