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The Spiral of Life
Diksha gives a twenty to a homeless girl

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

sweetens everything.

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

after chemo.

Diksha's single act of kindness

spirals on and farther outwards,

a twisting growing fractal,

than she could have known

it would.

Be kind today.