i ask
the boy, the skinny child
man
sunburned,
with golden hair,
on the corner
who stands at the light
and marches
back and forth
at a nice clip with his sign
and plastic
bucket,
how long can he keep
doing this.
how many more years.
he says,
nothing as he walks by,
to grab a dollar from
the car
behind me,
then returns
when the light turns green.
he tells me
in a loud voice,
it's the governments
fault.
to which i neither
agree
or disagree.
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