to see a man walking without
clothes on
down
the green path.
it's not that hot out.
and there
are children
and women with strollers.
he's large
and white,
swollen with a lifetime
of bad
food
and drink, perhaps.
he does not seem troubled,
or one
to give trouble,
but it's strange just
the same
as we pass.
he's smoking a cigarette
and says
howdy, smiling
happily
as he doffs his hat.
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