If I remember right
we were walking
in the District of Colombia
and the blind beggar
stopped us with his stick
while his faithful friend,
a cute Labrador,
sniffed at our feet.
For a split second we
realized how lucky
that beggar was to have such a compassionate
sniffing companion.
You said, “hello”
and pet the pup,
and then in
in soft growls
the blind beggar mumbled something
could have been anything who knows
what a mumbler mumbles when mumbling
but I do know after the grunt
and those few snorts
he said
“Hey Beautiful,”
to you and then to us,
“can you spare some change”
I slipped him
a fifty (or was it a five)
because for once I met a man who
saw the same things as
I.
Or maybe that
didn’t happen,
did it?
I might be slipping
in some imagined
madness,
but Dream or not,
He still has that
money in his jar
and his compassionate
companion by his side
and you are
indeed
still (and
always will be)
undeniably
beautiful.
Nice… Good writting…