to hide
the pint bottle of
thunderbird,
he keeps it in the paper
bag,
and sips
cautiously
as he sits on the steps
near the fountain.
who needs
work
when you have this.
blue
skies.
a pocket of change.
the whole
day ahead to do nothing
but drink,
laugh
and stumble back
home again.
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