walk
through the woods
to Whole Foods
for some organic peaches.
i have to go
over
the stream,
the six lane
highway,
then
past the gas station,
the Dunkin donuts
and
DMV.
i try to pick up the pace
but
my foot hurts.
i have blisters so i stop
and take
my shoes off,
setting my hat on the curb
beside me.
people
begin to walk by
and throw money into
the hat.
someone gives me a box
of band aids
and some Neosporin.
people are good.
i get it now.
why work. why get up
every morning
and slave away for money
when
i can sit here in the sun
with my shoes
off.
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