in the morning,
I take the doggies for their neighborhood walk.
As I round the final corner towards home,
kitty corner across the street,
there is a Haitian grandfather,
wirey and wizened,
sitting on his porch,
watching the traffic go by,
or maybe meditating, who am I to know.
I wave first. Always.
He waves back, and smiles.
Then, I know,
it's a good day, already.
::love::
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ReplyDeleteSimpe is beautiful!I am listening to lunchtalk news on the radio. It's about the Greek issues. If Greece exits out of Europe, how will it effect American, European, French, German banks and of course you and me. The news steals my peace of mind.
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