Wednesday, January 04, 2012

 
The limo glides by the homeless

man, windows opaque.
Inside, the rider
watches screens.

If prompted--after
eggs and coffee

settle--he'll speak
of freedom. He has

purchased much of it.
Outside, the freedom

to find the very best garbage,
to start a process by selling some.

Quite a stretch
to place him in the limo,

but not the acquisition
of a few tricks of hygiene.

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