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Aug 2018
In this
one moment
I see

The old
man with
the cardboard
sign sitting
on the dirt
corner in
front of me,

looks like
a fat black
pool turtle
waiting for
somethingΒ Β 
good to
fly by.

perched in
a pose of
but nobody
else sees him
that way
I am sure.

he stares
out into open
space like
an predator
for prey.

and it
is not
money he
wants or

they died
long ago
in his

he just wants
this dam heat
wave to
calm down,

and his
belley to be
half full
after supper.

and his
kids where ever
they are
to grow up
to be anything
better than

and he
just wants
death to
come and
not wake
him up
when it

it's 4:30 in LA
on a Tuesday

"welcome to
paradise "
Written by
Napolis  60/M/california
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