after being arrested
and released,
exhaustedfrom rioting, i see the young
man,
college age,
reading a book
on
the graffiti painted
steps
to the library.
his signs are
on the ground,
his mask off,
the kerchief in the wind.
it's no fun
anymore, he says.
i just want to go to school
get a degree,
find a girl,
and get on
with my life.
this has been all a waste of my
precious time.
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