Friday, March 18, 2016

PHASE CHANGE

Somehow—in
the early
spring, every-

thing begins both
to fade—and to
brighten. Even

the homeless
man on the
corner (whose ancient

face—used
to look
rough and obscure

as some frost-
battered birch) now frisks
and babbles

like fresh water—brighter,
but more
relaxed than before,

as he
no longer
begs for your

spare change—
but more
kind of

dares you
not to—fork
it over.

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