2020-06-22T14:55:21-07:00June 14th, 2020|Parenthood|

The man in the median

We see him up ahead
and my son asks

can we give him some money

but he is standing in the median
and we are in the far lane

then a few blocks later
my son asks me
can we please turn around

we are late
and I say no
in that automatic way
that no’s come out
like an assembly line
of vague refusals

until I see in my son’s face
an ache so raw that hasn’t yet
been buried by haste

so we pull a U-turn
and make our way back
to the man
in the median

I roll down the window
and my son gives
twenty dollars
to the man
who has the softest voice

bless you so much

I said thank you
which I realized later
was to both of them
for pulling my heart
from the rubble
of all that rush.

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