Forgot the turmoil,
The ever suffering?
It’s right around that corner
Shrouded, protected by the darkness of the alley
Sitting lonely on the cardboard.
But don’t mind it;
Ear buds in;
Hands in pockets;
Walk on;
Walk on.

But what’s this?

Behind you!

A mass of black duffel coat
Shaking a paper cup.

Walk on duffel coat;
Walk on.

Bow your head and start to dart
Weaving in and out of people
Look around
Growing bigger
Black wires sprouting from the top of the coat
Ragged hair as if it has taken over the whole head
It moves faster

The beads of sweat on your forehead grown.


A bus!


Jump on the back!

It’s almost gone!


Caught just as it was breaking from the curb
Breathing in and out, turn around, down the street
It’s gone.

Thank God.

Take out the coins from your pocket to pay your fare

And there in the conductors hand

A small paper cup.






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