Of All People

The little man, from the

Poorer side of Handsome Street,

Is on the screen again:

Twice framed and

Wondering how that happened

To him of all people.

I don’t know the young strangers

Bustling, full of spring’s nervous energy,

At the table next to mine.

Nobody is here from the Sad Cafe

And

Nobody is fleeing fire

This week.

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