Harmonica

Damnit1 A large puddle of murky brownwater surrounds my shoes in an attempt to seep into them;into the soft,white cotton of my socks.Iquicly leave the pool's depth's for higher ground justin time for the bus to drench my pant cuffs with dirty backsplash as it rushes off into the distance. Newspapers and stray gum wrappers dance wildly in the whirlwind of exhaust fumes that hangs over the road. Stepping onto the cracked …

…me the peace sign and continues to play. Looking threw the view finderof my camera, i focus on this man humbly posing for me i take the picture and say thank- you . i drop a few coins into his hatand walk away slowly he calls for me `God bless you `` . That day i realized something . I had found the true heart and soul of this city .And all because of a man and his harmonica.