a dc story
What else can I tell you?
Today, a homeless man climbed into the sky.
And there, he warmed the city.
We felt it through the metal hulls of buses
but, ignorant of the origin,
missed a chance to marvel.
Then, something unexpected occurred.
Our bus driver turned around
in his seat—we were at a stoplight—
and offered wise counsel.
His tone was grave,
but his regard light.
And he said,
Casting a shadow is effortless.
But the real work is in the upkeep.