The economy, a Fiction in 58

Sign of the Times
He’s never done this, and it shows.
He’s a pitiful shadow in the cold who stalks automatic doors; now you see him, now you don’t.
He doesn’t have a sign, forgetting it’s about branding, name recognition.
His daughter pops her head from the dented van, waves.
Her smudged face the motivation he needs to ask for your change.


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Hal Johnson said...


Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

WHen fiorst reading this I had to think where you were going with it. I read the title, but I am one that looks for deeper meanings. This one is interesting.


Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

ugh I meant first not fiorst... my apologies