I gave her three quarters to put in her pocket
because we were walking down Balboa Avenue
and there were homeless people
with their saggy flack jackets
tired eyes, shopping carts
their overgrown beards
and cardboard signs
outside the Gucci store
across from the Andale Cafe
and elsewhere
"Here, mister," she said
a careful quarter into his hand
she gave him her four-year old smile
and her hope too which he
put in his pocket
for later
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1 comment:
So very cute! I like that it seems he put so many things in his pocket for later: the quarter, sunshine, and hope.
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