Monday, October 12, 2009
stoplights
sitting at the rosecranz, nimitz intersection, i looked out my left window. three homeless men stood in the shade of the building that had once been a grocery store. one of the men adjusted one of the others' collars and brushed the shoulders of his fraying jacket. the third man fed some small birds that had begun gathering around his feet. the poignancy of the moment hit me in the chest like a hot ember. then the shifting light propelled traffic forward, and my car moved with the surge. i felt happy and i felt sad. i felt. i felt. i felt. so very alone.
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I like this. The irony of a hungry man feeding a hungry bird makes me wonder why we worry. I suppose it also reinforces the idea that what we as people hold on to ends up holding us in the end. When you have nothing there is nothing to hold on to; then there is just acceptance.
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