Dear Anonymous,
Haven't seen him for a week or two. Every day I wonder about his whereabouts and guys offer me their sightings. But today he is here and giving permission for a rare image. He apologizes for his hair. 'It's ugly.' he says.
I don't see that and I'm not havin' it.
He is a formidable man, size 15 shoe. And has the softest voice. He asks for sage and crumples it in his palm and then pockets it. He is more talkative this morning than many mornings I encounter him. My hearing is poor and though I miss many words I don't miss his sweetness. His internal quiet. Something about him that runs deeper than street talk. Something immensely gentle.