Art

Get into the shoes of the man

who has a callus on his heel.

Don the shirt of

the one who has no arms to slip in it.

Put on the glasses of

the one who sees only silhouettes.

And maybe,

maybe you will reach

the sense of the art

of preparing a dinner

with silence,

serving it with silverware

and sharing it with that vagrant

on the corner of the way

to your fifties.