Prevailing
His arms windmill,
whip the air with street news.
Truth emerges in every rotation.
His hands full sails of hope,
as he hails every person gusting past.
“Real Change! Real Change!”
The wind swirls.
Its currents waft each passer-by.
He tilts against its force.
Stands his corner flailing papers.
Few stop to listen.
Yet, his spirit presses on.
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