A heavy key
On an iron hoop
To a cubicle room
Where a desk and a wooden
Chair were the only appointments—
Aside from a pole in the corner and on it—
Man’s blue coat.
It wasn’t yours to offer, but you did so nonetheless,
Extending the coat to the coatless
Like St. Vincent de Paul in an act of goodwill.
Bone-cold, all torn up by attachment,
I declined to take it
Though I didn’t have to with-
Hold, it was