Wednesday, August 1, 2012


I saw a man
Waiting to cross the street
I stopped for him
And caught his eye and
He smiled at me
But as he stepped away from the curb
His smile faltered
And I realized that one of his legs
Was far shorter than the other
It seemed he had forgotten
For a moment
His affliction
But as he left the sidewalk
And made his way across the street
In jagged uncooperative steps
He raised his eyes in apology
There was no need to be sorry
I was just happy that
He smiled at me

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