Sunday sidewalk triptych

 Sun Aug 21

I step out the front door of my building and an old, short, raggedy clothed man whizzes by, talking to himself like he’s late for an important date and it’s clear he’s not about to meet anyone anytime soon. 

A guy I used to see in the bars decades ago, tall with a beautiful Central American mug crosses the street. He always wore clothes that looked brand new and his manner was always as clean as his cargo pants and wrinkle free shirt. 

Two young women walk into a parking garage. One cries and allows the other to cup her forearm. A man pushing a stroller close behind them with a happy baby inside calmly says to them… “I’m coming, I’m coming.”