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Homeless Guy Looking for Cigarettes at the Bus Stop
He picks up a crushed butt,
Doral, with lipstick stain.
Low tar, less nicotine, he frowns.
Old adage of beggars and choosers.
Inhaling, his mouth caresses the livid filter,
Color of a blood spoor,
As he dreams of kisses from the legal secretary he dated
All those many years ago.
David Fewster
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