Dark, shifty eyes set deeply in a
swarthy aquiline face, age indeterminate
but young, slight of build
and at first glance aversive to
contact, given to wide berth --
now when he sees us from a distance
out come the ear plugs
up goes the right arm in a wild
waving greet and on approach
the secretive pursed lips relax their
clam-grip in surrender to a smile
so wide those feral teeth gleam. He is
our friend, we are his friends and all
it ever took was a smile and a word
escaping my elderly lips in recognition
of a soul like ourselves calling upon
nature to heal the wounds life leaves as
his staccato delivery cheerily imparts his
take on the fearsome news of the day.
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