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Enough to Clear The Rain Away


he asked me for a handout
his hand was out
honest face with blue eyes wondering

delving into his eyes
I ventured
usually don't do this
passed him a buck
he thanked me kindly

inquired what the aluminum bowl was for
the one on his head

to keep the bird-pooh off
it melts my brain
and a fella needs to remain sharp
when he's living on the QT

then he gave me a double-blue blink
with both azures

and dashed across the street
dodging traffic
emerging with a box of chocolate covered mints

bounding back across
he thanked me again saying
better than a toothbrush

surely a delightful encounter
enough to clear the rain away
from my presently desolate life

in spite of myself
I smiled


Copyright February 13, 2016/All Rights Are Reserved
By This Writer
All Ideas/Prose/Poetry/Rants are
the Expressed Legal Property of This Author

Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World


This fellow isn't an addict/simply struggling with mental illness:
even so, I am reminded, there but for the grace of God go I.


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