Grime wrinkles and tangles his humanity
We brace ourselves as he approaches
They hurry ahead
We engage
Spare change?
No money?
He will pray for
"money"
"love"
"power"
"healing"
"unintelligible gibberish"
I know
I want
What? What?
Anything anything at all
I want you to be happy.
Me to be happy?
Yes I do!
His smile becomes a sunrise
His arms enfold me gently
We eclipse
Self consciousness slips in
I straighten his collar and
Whisper a prayer of thanks.
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