I am a lonely sparrow.

Hello y'all,
So, I have what I think to be a rather legitimate question. What is wrong with me that I can't get a job? Really, what is it that others have that allow them to procure employment so easily while I wallow away in unemployment, desperately searching for some job with which I may be allowed to keep just a shred of dignity. Maybe that's it, maybe I have dignity. However unlikely it seems to me, as I'm pretty sure I don't really have any dignity, maybe I come off as someone who has too much self-respect to endure the slings of indignity suffered by the working man. Well, to any prospective employers who may be reading this, please let me assure you that this is not the case! I have no self-esteem, and I will accomplish any number of untold humiliations to make a buck.

Somewhere there is a feather, lost by a poor, little sparrow, and found by my shirtsleeve unnoticed until I sit down to write...

There is a girl who waits patiently for her father to be finished with the business section of the newspaper. She knows his motions, how his lips move ever so slightly as his eyes dart across the headlines; how he readys his index finger over the corner of the next page. He checks his watch.

This girl is my hope.

There is newspaper folded into a little paper boat, and it sails along the gutters of a quiet city street on one of those rainy days where the water falls so small and slow that it just hovers in the air. The keel of the boat gets caught in a pile of leaves halfway down.

This boat is my sadness.

There is a wind that carries a leaf that lands in a stream that flows in a gutter to where leaves collect upon themselves in a pile.

This is wind is my direction.