he rents
a tin trailer in Florida,
a veritable
tuna can
to disappear
in.
no car,
no money.
an old bike to get
him to the beach
with his towel and worn
book.
he's not taking
calls anymore,
all the talking is done.
he's made
his last sale,
now it's just him,
him alone,
lying
in the setting sun
untethered
and off the rail.
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