One
of the most mercifully angelic
things
I have seen since
being
here
was
an old black man
when
I was skateboarding in front
of
a one-story building
with
aluminum siding--
The
man walked alongside the building,
tapping
with
his knuckles,
a
soft metal clang,
he
sang,
'Today,
Charlie, today, good evening!'
over
and over again
An
old hippie came to the door,
fat
and shirtless, and gave
the
old man
a
small plastic tube--
Then
the old man
walked
slowly back,
his
gait the smoothest stagger
you
have ever seen,
and
across the street
he
descended out of sight
into
the park.
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