man
on the bench. he's there everyday
about this time.
today
he's peeling
an orange
as the sun goes down.
he's careful
with it, using a small knife
removed from
his jacket.
slowly he edges
around
the orange, until the peel
is off.
then with small bites,
he eats it, paying
no mind to anyone or anything
around.
i sense though, that
whatever was
his past,
it's never gone.
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