Monday, February 4, 2008

there’s this homeless guy

near my house
he sits at this intersection in an old barcalounger
sometimes he has an umbrella
and he chases dragonflies
mistaking them for opportunity
he sits there watching cars go by
watching life go by
and I think that he is laughing at us all
I wonder if he is Jesus
or Jim Morrison,
or Hemingway,
or maybe
he is lost without purpose
or meaning
they built a cellular superstore on his corner
and he was forced to move to the opposite side of his world
he has a brand new outlook on life now
and he has adapted with the kind of grace
that I can only admire and never understand
today he is sitting like royalty
under a ghetto palm
legs crossed,
under the shade
of a new beginning.

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