crisis, what crisis?

He smiled at me
and placed a four-leaf clover
right under my nose
I couldn't help it.
I bought it.

In the distance I recognize him now.
He´s the guy that sells four-leaf clovers.
His eyes, deep blue.
His manners, soft and gentle,
those of a grandfather.

He´s having a coffee
over the newspaper.
His rucksack always accompanies him.

He lives nearby.
Under that famous bridge
I go across every morning
on my way to the swimming pool.
On these chilly mornings
I think of him.


This blog entry is part of the Blog Action Day campaign inviting bloggers to publish posts about poverty today, 15 October 2008. ( I was a little bit late.... though)