Wait for the Light

He is always on that corner in daylight, lounging on a great, high-backed cement bench, surrounded by copper plaques green with time, by granite lions heads with ferocious snarls made melancholy in decades, cars and pedestrians bustling by in carefree

Wait for the Light

He is always on that corner in daylight, lounging on a great, high-backed cement bench, surrounded by copper plaques green with time, by granite lions heads with ferocious snarls made melancholy in decades, cars and pedestrians bustling by in carefree