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  • I see
    a very tall
    bearded black man
    whose quite thin
    and rather ragtag
    while pushing his shopping cart
    stacked full
    with a dozen or so wooden pallets.
    he struggles while gasping
    with great strength
    along the center of the road,
    proceeding west
    over the 7th Street bridge.
    .
    in
    due time,
    maybe in an hour or two,
    he'll reach his destination
    and find the place that'll buy
    his discarded pallets.
    with the money he'll get from them,
    maybe
    he'll eat or drink something
    or buy some cigarettes,
    or get serious about things
    and
    get himself high once again,
    running away from
    his rat-chewed lousy life
    just long enough
    before going at it
    all over again.
    .
    one
    thing's for certain,
    in fact I think it's a given
    that he's not exactly
    sending his estranged daughter to college
    on the little money
    he gets.
    .
    .
    ©2017 Miles Ciletti
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