A homeless man begs.
His cardboard sign,
written in crimson—
the world’s out of balance,
Armageddon is nigh.
Without being seen
huge mountains of ice
roll in the ocean
and then disappear.
An old woman waits
in the rain for a bus,
uses her umbrella
to poke at a man
who blows smoke
her direction.
A young girl picks
a fist full of dandelions
to rub on her face
and turn her skin yellow.
The night sky
with its myriad stars
tells a story that makes
me feel small.
The conductor
turns her back
to the audience,
readies the orchestra,
starts one golden note
to rise in crescendo.
