Siinter Klaas

I saw him today, I swear

on the sidewalk beard and all

 

yessir,

 

with a burlap sack of treasures in a battered shopping cart.

He was walking past some guy in a red suit

ringing a bell chiming gimme gimme—

 

quite unlike santa, who didn’t beg

and sat slouched alone with a bottle of paper-bag wine.