And I love that.

There's a cat in the alley.
And I hate it.
But she belongs to someone.
Some little girl.
A neighbor perhaps.
And that's nice.
I can recognize how very nice that is.
And I love that.

There's a smile on the face of the man.
The old man in the stairwell.
I see his crooked teeth.
And his inviting face.
He is one of those people.
Those people who smile just because.
Because they can't not.
And I love that.

There's a girl on top of her roof.
She's alone there.
Taking it all in.
And there is so much.
She can't possibly soak it up.
But she's there.
She's not going anywhere.
And I love that.