"and in the press was not a single mention of the turning point of our
lives"


which makes me cry

a small Indian boy watches me
curious; uncomprehending
his mother re-tying his shoes

this old man in the leather hat

was he there?

could he know I admire him?


he looks frustrated about what time has done to him
and shakes the pill bottle in his hand in rebellion...

or more like a baby
absentmindedly enjoying the feel and sound of a toy