Eternal

Hope springs eternal

For some

For others

Not so much

As the future rushed forward…

Come evening

He took his walk

Passing bordered up shops

Graffiti laden walls

Occasional overturned garbage cans

Turning the corner…

He found some store windows

Had their own reveries

When discovered

They darkened

Appeared surprised seeing him

And not the usual

Body dysmorphic disorder victim

Strolling up to cop a reflection

“Lost soul, where have you been”

He thought he heard whispered from the glass

As he made his way to his car

Parked alone in a lot beneath the bridge

Offering favored peeks at the moonlit bay beyond

This night

A solitary sailboat

Headed bravely out to sea

Perhaps trusting

Hope will spring eternal