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Saw a man on the corner shaking hands…with himself. He couldn’t seem to figure out who’d get “the upper hand.”

Saw a black bag hanging upside down on a picket fence. There were two holes cut in it. “White” eyes stared back at me.

Saw a man pushing a shopping cart, aka his “home,” on a busy street. Guy in a polished up BMW almost ran him down. The Lord will provide.

Saw a kitten dead on a road near my home. One little paw was raised in the air. A final and futile call for help in a world more smitten with "gettin’" than kittens.

Saw a White umpire call a Hispanic girl out at third base in what might be the worst call
I’ve seen in twenty plus years of coaching. He’d been calling her out for 500 years.

Saw a young girl, pregnant, sitting on a park bench, eyes nearly blank, kneading her hands.
Three thousand and a few odd miles away, millionaire politicians were deciding what she really needs.

Saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair at the local grocery store. He had two stumps where
his legs used to be. Two kids were walking by him arguing about who had the best tennis shoes.

Saw a Kingfisher at a nearby river, perched on a wire and wearing a crown on his head. A group of little Fishers were swooping and diving, foraging for food. The divine right of Kings.

Saw myself in a reflection as I passed a window while working in my backyard. Was an old man I’d
never seen before. Upon entering the house my wife told me how “pretty” I was. Always been glad
her eyes were blue…and blurry.