Below Zero
Below zero he says
My chances or
the weather
Don’t ask if you don’t know
Tired of this I wander off
to find a more optimistic chance
Something easy like
charming a cashier or
modeling my outfit for the homeless woman
I gave a dollar to
You got style
she tells me
These are the best compliments
I always think
They are like blessings
that fall on my head
No need to butt my head
on the wrong door
the wrong tree
when there are so many
lovely trees and open doors
out there
waiting for me