he dips
the stick into the pan
of his
accounts,
like oil, stares at the line
to see
where he stands.
half full.
down a quart
from yesterday.
more money is needed.
time to grind
the wheel,
plow the field,
stand
with a can
on the corner
where the rich
people go.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
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