|Solitude, by John B. Heywood (1859?-1865?)|
The impeccable stranger is kind, of course,
kind to the nth degree—superhero
kind—without an ulterior motive
such as wanting a friend or even sticking
around to talk or walk when not wanted.
The impeccable stranger desires only
to be a better stranger—one who pays
a debt forward and pours spirit into
a starved and scary city to increase
its peace, safety and chances of justice.
A hermit speaks, of course, hard to befriend,
but one who loves all life until world’s end.