Reborn Man

The teenage girl wrecked
my modest car in
the busy intersection, lucky
enough for both of us
standing unscathed
at the corner of
the pedestrian walk.

She broke down, and
began to cry profusely,
with the angst and fear
filling her heart,
just like the black
clouds that cover
the afternoon sky
and turn it dark.

I got little closer
to urge her to relax
and cool down, and
remind her that glass
is half full,
not half empty.
Her luxurious sedan
laid bare the egomaniac
fickleness of
the middle class,
and I stood under the
graying sky with the
breath of a reborn man.