The homeless man dried his hair
Under the hand blower in the public lavatory and
Then he combed it with pride.
We were sharing a mirror together.
He told me he was off to meet his daughter
For the first time in fifteen years.
His face was tired but not broken,
His smile: ill equipped
But able to be fixed.
The homeless man needed help to tighten his tie.
He told me his daughter's name was Laura.
His eyes were alive with life and love when he spoke her name,
And he said forgiveness was the most humane
Of all the emotions.
I gave him ten pounds in return for the insight.
The sun began to slap against the window and
Made our reflections gleam.
We exchanged laughs and I wished him well, and
As he left, he said
He would use the money to buy his daughter
All the flowers that he owed her.
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