September 18, 2007

fallen angel

March 14, 2007


There is a man sitting in the shelter of the bus stop.

He looks familiar somehow. He is a black man with a face worn by time. He wears a black coat, a wonderful red hat, and pointed red shoes. He is smoking a cigarette as he rests on the bench, and he looks to me with a strong and confident gaze.

"Gimme five," he says.

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June 21, 2006

A Wayward Pirate

So I got on the bus to head to work, and no sooner did I board that transport than did I behold the finest man alive.

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