TO CHIP THE FORCE
THAT CHIPS THE FORCE
Every day. Every. All those same and
peculiar things: That guy in the gray
pickup truck, always spitting out the
window; the woman with those two
kids she's always walking with to the
park. That pity guy - I always see -
slowly walking a stumbling gait but
always with the eyes downcast and
scanning the curb and the gutter for
whatever he can find : he says loose
change and money. I say a past
life and another chance.
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