The Unexpected

The poetry of the unexpected finds you. Whoever you are. Found me yesterday. Low voice of cello floats down cold corridor wraps like warm cat around ankles. In a subway station Time and I stand still. Young musician in jeans and scruffy white t-shirt. Fingers releasing notes, so many deep-throated birds, from a cage. His gift the surprise of his scruffiness. Reminder: Dignity has never needed to dress up.

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