Spiritual Malady 

It’s in the 20 plus phone calls/day I get from Somalia or Ghana or some other country I don’t know anyone or if you answer… no one picks up. 

It’s in the little buns dudes are wearing on the tops of their heads thinking that this is cool and whomever is sleeping with them.

It’s in the drunken addicted rages of the terminally unhappy but at least they might have a valid excuse. 

It’s in the crosswalk slowing down or picking up pace… whichever causes the maximum inconvenience to those trying to proceed or turn.

It’s in the city crowds of silence… 

Do I sound bitter?

I’m not. 

Dennis Mantin 

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