Thursday, September 1, 2016

About Last Night

About Last Night

Somewhere the homeless man
who found a piano at Value Village last night
and sat down and played and played
for all the years since he'd last touched a piano
is starting to face the day today.
Somewhere the woman in the ballcap
who gave me a fist-bump for sitting on the thrift store floor
with my little one in my lap to read to him
who pulled over honking after we left
and threw herself out of her car crying
Could you not afford to buy him a book?
is starting to face the day today.
Somewhere the all black all poor 33rd Ave basketball boys
who knocked out the best game of the summer
in the pot-holed little parking lot somebody put up a hoop in
and spent five solid minutes chanting Game Over, Game Over
just so the game wouldn't be over and home to bed
with school in the morning
are starting to face the day today.
And so are you.
Be gentle, day

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