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Lunch Guest, 1939
Mom, who’s that man on the steps?
Just somebody passing through.
Why is he here?
Because he was hungry.
What is he eating?
A fried egg sandwich.
Yes, and coffee.
Why is he eating out there?
He said he liked it outdoors.
How did he know where we lived?
I guess they tell each other.
Where is he going?
Back to the train, I think.
Is he ever coming back?
Why did he call you “Ma’am”?
I think he was just being polite.
This poem first appeared in Verse Wisconsin.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Peggy Trojan retired from teaching English to the north woods of Wisconsin. She enjoys quilting, gardening, picking wild berries, and writing poetry. A member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, she writes about family, her surroundings and her observations about life.