Like a sprinkle

He looked left then

he looked right –

it was darkness he was viewing

He walked a step

and then another

and he turned to face the air

His face was freckled

he looked tired –

(was it youth that he was missing)

Would a smile find

his mouth and sit there

while it waited patiently to share

Of friends – (there were

but none) – yet there

were people all around him

Strangers to be

sure – as imperfect

as you and me

Can I help you

I heard someone

say – it came as a surprise

They said it with

emotion – with

a truth within their eyes

He smiled – touched

his hat and said

thank-you – I am fine…

That moment – like

a sprinkle – (of

water) on a plant

It made him bloom

it made him blossom

like he’d lost his need to sigh

He walked on down

the street and past

the bus-stop – near the fountain

And as he did so

he would tip his

hat to say Good-day

How a stranger

on a corner

can determine the persona

Of an old man with

a mood swing that

regenerates his day

Does hope speak to

us imperfect strangers

who ignore those right beside us

Is there hope

for understanding

for us all to find our way?

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