Harvard Finn.
 Cleans at a local restaurant.
He writes.
He wants to change the world by sitting in the hard plastic booth and writing on his notebook paper.
 Hope says there is a chance.
To become famous, well-known and change the world.
And become famous in the meantime.
But where is Hope?
Can’t find her anywhere, it seems.
The revolution.
Good thing? Fantasy?
The people do not have hope, it seems.
But Harvey Finn does, off and on, now and again.
The revolution.
Is it coming, like Jesus, on the wings of a dove, on a cloud?
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
And perhaps it is coming by the pencil of an old man in a red paper hat in the back booth by a cold window.