Red light.
He knocks on the car's window.
He is a child with 70-year-old eyes.
He smiles, but it’s a mask.
His little hands reach to the car, holding out two silver-wrapped sticks.
An insistent voice: “You want gum? Please, take gum.”
Green light.
His feet carry his little body back to the pavement,
Closely holding his pocket.
He sits waiting for the next red.