imploring,impecunious,important
mirror of our ragged future if we do not remember
one bicycle away from walking,one sign away from cell
he does not need to talk.You can tell he has no place
apart from this one corner where we meet.I read him/feed him
he is still thin/with other plastic bags of food
in the basket of his bicycle.
we meet once a week-he does not know
i remember ghosts before him(and after
who may not have reaped enough to appease
the hunger that comes when you do not receive
all you need
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