An old woman gave me $2 while I was trying to sell poems for $0.50 a piece in the Montreal Metro. She said I looked hungry.
...
I wonder
how old
is this flower of kindness
that you just gave me.
How long ago was the seed planted?
A stray compliment, perhaps, when you were young,
that you grew hidden under your hair
until you plucked it and gave it to me.
Someone in your youth
or childhood
must have done something good.
Nothing comes from nothing.
Nothing ever could.
...
I wonder
how old
is this flower of kindness
that you just gave me.
How long ago was the seed planted?
A stray compliment, perhaps, when you were young,
that you grew hidden under your hair
until you plucked it and gave it to me.
Someone in your youth
or childhood
must have done something good.
Nothing comes from nothing.
Nothing ever could.
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