TIRED UNDER EVERYTHING
With his cards in hand the man started telling me
what was 'out there,' as he put it. 'That's New York
City, son, 25 miles away!' I was probably older or
the same age as he was, but what's it matter? Old
as he was, grits in the brain. I said I knew that,
even had been there. 'Ha. You're messing with
me now. This here memorial's for the people
here in town we'd lost in 9-11.' I knew that
too, but didn't want to break his other heart.
What to do, oh what to do?
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