Five

On my way to B&H on 9th Avenue I was walking past the post office garage and saw another man dressed in pastels. Even though it was a sunny day he was poised in the shade like a statue. He wore street clothes and either looked homeless or really hip. I could'nt tell how old he was. He was either young or mid forties; he had a timeless nature about him. The smooth color and his pose lent itself to a very well composed picture. As I walked away I kept telling myself to go back and ask him for a picture. I tried my best to forget him, but I couldn't.