I met Sincerity on the street corner.
He bought me a coffee.
His face was kind, and kindness is warm on cold days.
“How have you been,” he asked.
“Great now,” I said.
The sun pushed a cloud aside and stretched its blazing arms across the sky.
“Everything passes,” said Sincerity.
“Yes,” I said, “but my hope remains. When will I see you again?”
He laughed. “Don’t you know? It’s a new millennia, I’m here to stay.
More like us are coming.”
When I shook his hand all of my tomorrows came into view,
and I forgot yesterday.
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