Monday, July 13, 2015

6884. TO CHIP THE FORCE THAT CHIPS THE FORCE

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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