time robs me of all my illusions
there is no happy ending
but then i disagree with myself
there is always a happy way
i set up automatic alerts to protect
from fraud and theft
my card is safe
the suitcase is light as a feather
for the homeless teen who
lifts it from my car
i am the broken window in the back
the glass on the seat and regret
there wasn't more
the robber and i are connected
by the promise of a sweet evening
a moon rises and we both admire it
he is happy in his way and i mine
inside we both have possibilities
beyond all conceptions
**
San Francisco
Diamond Heights
11/21/2015
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