HUMAN SPIRIT

Her stride whispers her story.

Her voice is lost in the breeze.

She owns a face colored by the sun, with deep wrinkles defining dark thoughts.

Walrus like whiskers sprout from her chin and crusted saliva settles in the corners of her mouth.

Front teeth are missing and grey hair grows around a rubber band once bundling off a small ponytail.

Her clothing hangs on her body like a clothesline.

Her quiet existence floats around town tightly clutching in her arms, escaping newspapers, loose leaflets and plastic bags.

She is seen

diligently watering trees using a small paper cup.

She is seen

volunteering her services to nervous shoppers at the local thrift store.

She is seen

standing among young children reading free give away picture books.

She is seen

having quiet conversations to no one other than to herself.

She is known

to turn down monetary offerings.

She is known

to help a stranger look for a fallen wallet in a parking lot of a convenience store.

She is known

to show genuine concern for kept doves in a large aviary in the center of a city park.

She is known

to refuse a hamburger because she is a vegetarian

She appears to exist without definition, But yet when looked upon she defines a thought,

“When we see past society’s disguises is when the human spirit will walk on an equal plane.”

Lorene Miller is an active part of the writing group at her local library, in Hayward, California. She may be reached at lorenemiller2222@comcast.net

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Image from George Hodan, who appreciates donations for cups of coffee for the use of his photos!