man
on the same corner every day.
he's from
the shelter
up the street.
he's young
and red faced from the sun.
he has a sign
that says
God bless.
and nothing else.
he looks fine,
only his wild
hair
and beard
sort of gives him away.
but he's
well dressed and well fed.
i've given
him money before
rolling
down the window
at the light.
a dollar or two,
but sometimes i don't.
once i asked him how long
can he keep doing
this,
year after year,
and he looked me and said,
it's the government.
i drove on.
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