Down on St. Peters Street 
a Stranger Recognizes my appearance
and gives Me a coin whenever we meet.
I know his appearance too, but not His name 
and the procedure is always The same. 
It was just last week that we met again; This Stranger and I. 
"Heres a present he said... "For the Fourth of July". 

Then he handed me a dollar bill. 
Unusual.. . to be sure; and still 

He knows nothing about me. Nor do I know him. 
And as time goes by we will meet again.