Two childern played in dirt
While they picked in the garbage
For food
For plastic
For anything worthy...
On the other side of the road
stood a tall thin man
Silently
Quietly
Motionless
Sturdy...
Infront of him
A bank
So many people
They came and left
Done with their work
Satisfied...
The man looked at the board
A strange expresion
Engrved
Fixed
On his dirty, black face...
A small old lady
Left the bank
Her purse held loosely
The zip half open
The money clearly visable...
The man started to move
The old lady crossed the road
They colided
She fell
He helped her up...
The lady walked away
He turned
Triumph
On his face
Hands
In his pockets...
Two childern played in dirt
While they picked in the garbage
For food
For money
For anything worthy...
Neesaun Naveed...
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