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Feb 2017
early morning
   was a puddle
   of fog.

at the café his eggs stared back at him
like a pair of golden tadpoles.

when no one was looking
he set his dark glasses
atop the yokes
and snapped a photograph
with his cellphone.

his first selfie.
Ludlow
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Ludlow  USA
(USA)   
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