NaPoWriMo 7

Today's candidate for a rewrite/the bin. I don't know what the hell this is...


I fantasise quite often that I win the lottery
and I give away two hundred grand, just like that.
No strings attached. No obligation, not ever a mention
of why. Just to make that person's life or day
a lighter load. To buy a guy a car. Those kids two weeks away.
And herself a mortgage-free morning in the garden
with the bees.

And me? I'd like to say I would elope with my guitar
but the cash would more than likely be vaulted
underground. And I would sit there too with a tiny,
rainy, viewless window. 'Cause what are all the riches
to me? I'm not greedy for for stuff or currency.
I want order and the way things are supposed to be.

I suppose what I am saying is I'd like some charity.
The way you might madly wave an umbrella 
at a startled runner through the car window
if a hailstorm had him beat and dragging laces.
Only, imagine he doesn't politely refuse and jog on.
Imagine his eager eyes light up at his fortune.