and adds a pack of menstrual pads.
Lakisha shares around the pads
to Adrijana, Padma, and Luisa.
She takes the bill to Starbucks,
buys a panini and a grande,
overtips Tracy the barista
with a smile.
With a solid meal inside her
and some caffeine to stimulate
her ADHD brain,
on her phone she writes a poem
and shares it on the 'net.
Adrijana takes a shower
and puts on her spare—clean—clothes,
and doesn't call to say
she can't make the interview.
They still might not hire her
with no address but the shelter,
but Lakisha gifted her a chance.
She smiles at Jo the driver
of the bus that goes downtown
and, heartfelt, says "Thank you."
Padma finds a corner
of a busy street
and she and Luisa clear a space.
Luisa's sticks and pans percussion:
Padma is the dance.
It's not exactly legal,
but some four hours later
they count up busking money:
between the bills of varying size
and some handfuls jingling coin
there's two hundred in the hat
and a note from one Noemi
saying "You dance so
Tracy takes that ten-buck tip
and buys four chocolate bars.
One for herself, one for her daughter
once Stephanie has her schoolwork done,
one for her partner Dorothy,
and one for her partner Khalila.
Dark chocolate with a dash of salt
Stephanie shares her chocolate bar—
it breaks in eight—with all her friends.
Noemi googles where she might
learn how, herself, to dance.
The local theater guild
offers lessons every Wednesday eve.
Jo's whole day is brightened
by one bus rider's smile,
and so it's not depressionville
to call her sister Caroline
and offer words of comfort
Diksha's single act of kindness
spirals on and farther outwards,
a twisting growing fractal,
than she could have known
Be kind today.