An elderly gentleman was slowly making his way across an intersection in my part of the city.
His clothing had an international flavor;
the color of his skin revealed more of the rich shades of our earth than mine.
He was flanked on each side by two lively black haired little boys,
who walked oh-so-carefully beside him,
matching their pace to his,
holding his hands gently
as they stepped up onto the curb
and continued on a morning walk together.
It was not clear just who was caring for whom.
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