One wants a teller in a time like this.

One’s not a man, one’s not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.

One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now..  Gwendolyn Brooks

 

© Gintaras Varnagys

© Gintaras Varnagys

 

© Gintaras Varnagys

© Gintaras Varnagys

 

© Gintaras Varnagys

© Gintaras Varnagys

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