by Richard Dinges, Jr.
He squats between chairsin a wide spacebordered by shoppingmall stores, over a broad babystroller load. Hewears an extra largerunning suit that displays bare skinbetween stretch panttop and top jacket hem. He shushes,a soft rush of airthat skims loud squallswith no effect. Helooks over shoulderand apologizes forthe wrong reasons,unfit, untrainedfor this new role,abandoned in public,raw as a new born babe.