I see him on the Blue Line all the time
carrying his bags of M&M’s, Skittles, Snickers, Twix
giving his impeccable schtick

Last night I finally gave in,
pulled out a dollar
and called out “Candyman!”

I got his attention,
but he didn’t turn around
instead asking me to say it again

Chuckles rose inside the train
as I played along
and said “Candyman!” again.

After I got my Twix and Skittles,
the tired faces had gentled
warmed with shared laughter

My stop came and I didn’t want to leave,
not just then, not when
we had just become human to each other
thanks to the candy man.