He sells turnip greens on the side of the road
He walks in soft shoes
And has a balloon gut
He smiles
Things are alright in his world
 
I look at me
In my ’85 Volvo
Strip yanked off the side

Me, an educated woman of good intentions
Me with a purse full of pocket change
And nowhere to go
 
Me, cradled innocence gone by
Seeker of knowledge/truth
Hope for the hopeless; inside a given situation

I find myself lacking a radiance

Until now