have a heart
the anonymous kid walks the street at noon
he hides in the shade and finds his next unsuspecting straight face
there is a dollar for you miss, he says with a smile
no excuse me; hello, nice to meet you; could i trouble you for a second
but that is the point as he turns around and is lost to the past
he has no family; no friends, except for strangers and short-lived acquaintances
the birds in the park, wind, and the trees he especially is fond of
reading his books to pass the time as mad hordes gallop by
some might stop a minute mulling over the virtual crossroads
taking a phone call and rushing off to the next pressing appointment
his hair blows with the breeze, like everything else, unruly and dynamic
sometimes he would get compliments on its sheen or curl
there’s no telling how the day orders itself: now presenting,
the frolicsome young girl with ribbons in her hair and a red balloon..
how he remembered watching that balloon eternally sailing away
amazingly her face faded not a bit while the wind carried away her prize
almost happily it seemed to him she watched with an outstretched hand
not to seize as most would think, but in a gesture of kindness and goodbye
what a thing to believe? like a tragic sad clown in a strange little body
what is the world coming to if this is the new lollypop?
I really like this one, Tom!