In the ATM lobby where our block's beggar used to sleep, a security guard now sits his bulk on a stool, idly minding the store. For three nights running I've caught his eye through the window of the bank as the dog and I do our nightly ambulations to her favorite peeing tree and back.
Tonight, I give him a smile as I walk past, and my friendliness seems to startle him. His eyes widen in surprise and he sits up a little straighter, one hand scrambling to push himself more upright, but he doesn't seem to trust my motives, so he doesn't smile back.
One year ago today: Wake Up
Two years ago today: Another Thought on Teeth
Three years ago today: Both Wrong
Nine years ago today: 1-10-08 starry dynamos under glass
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