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May 2016
The ***

He asks me perhaps
Could I spare some loose change
I don't have any
I offer a joint instead
I light it for him
Fearing the theft of my lighter
He tells me the story
Of the cities decline
The steam rising
From the sewer behind him
Framing his story
The riots and fires
The glory long past
As he flicks his ash
On my shoe
His salt and pepper stubble
Patching his chin
He claims he's the mayor
Of Hart Plaza
When we're done with the smoke
He wishes god bless

The Cat Caller

Walking the corner
By the renaissance center
A security guard
Sways to keep warm
"**** Baby" he yells
In my general direction
I don't turn around
"Hey come here for a minute"
I start to walk faster
"Well ******* then"

The Body

I continue to walk
Past a building unknown
A body laid upon a stoop
Curled in a ball
Face an inhuman blue
A paper thin blanket
His only defense
From the harsh Detroit winter
To this day I have no idea
If he was alive
Or dead
True stories I've experienced in my crazy hometown of Detroit.
Leah Barton
Written by
Leah Barton  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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