Four strangers

This week I've seen two people with kind eyes:
the woman in overalls at the garden nursery 
who helped me pick out soil for my seeds
and measured the plant spacing with her hands,
& the young kid working at the climbing gym 
with broad shoulders and a round face.

This week I've seen two people being cruel:
a boy in the street, silhouette engulfed by his hoodie,
pointing his phone like a gun to his brother's face, 
& a drunk hanging out the passenger side window
shouting "good luck, asshole!" to a man on a bike, 
grimacing as his feet pumped to keep up. 

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