Superheros

Today,

a man who dresses in

a mask, boa, yellow reflective jacket,

and runs and dances crazily around

the east side,

(somewhat of a legend

a hero, or a pariah)

who I've come to know

on a personal level-

first name basis at least,

stopped by the shop and

motioned me to come outside,

and told me:

"Never believe you are anything less than radiant"

I had spilled my guts to him

about my trivial crush-

and he told me about his messy divorce,

living in a car, and mental disorders.

But this was when he was merely a civilian.

Then he started living as a superhero.