An ode to Victor:
Oh Victor, you sit adjacent to the Blanca bus stop and across from the grocery store.
You sit unassumingly, but your name begs some questions.
Why Victor? Is this the name of your owner? Or are you a victorious nexus in this small, forgotten town?
Victor, you gave me my Spanish SIM card
And some interesting felt-tipped markers
And a birthday card for a friend.
Waiting in line, I saw many stray cats and aging humans through your windows. I wonder what you mean to them?