I don’t care if you’re friendly with me, but be nice to my baby
We stand at intersection. Black suit universal pause, here at Bay and King. She’s staring up at you. Boulder eyes, size of the moon. Seeking face. Your upwards morning mouth, silent words: ‘Yes child, I see you. The world is good.’
Ignore me, I don’t care, but turn your gaze on these innocent eyes because they won’t remain forever so.
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… and wait til she starts saying “hi. hi! hi! HI! HI!” to people and they not only ignore them, but even look at them and THEN turn away!
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