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talking to the sun
talking to the sun the cars stop at red, a momentary block, as the gaunt but big-boned man — with sun-baked face and arms, hair and beard dangling wiry, crinkled like loose threads of his faded-violet duffel bag slung on … Continue reading
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Tagged graven cup, hobo, journey, poem, pointy finger of doom, rant, red-eye, street scene, sun, talking to the sun, tensions, traffic light
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