Domingo
Domingo
sitting in his chair on the walk
day after day
he's seen many days years decades
Teeth like a half eaten ear of corn
or an old halloween pumpkin
but with a smile just as large
Looking looking but seeing?
sitting sitting all day every day
Does not walk
right hand lame
but the left always warm
limber like a man of twenty
Slow to speak but always kind
never an angry word
tho' alone on a busy street in the barrio
¿Papá, gustas un vaso con agua?
¿y tu amigo, el señor?
Aging but not old
mi amigo
my hero.
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