it is to step over the person
lying
on the sidewalk,
one leg
draped over
the wet gutter.
we sidestep
the man,
his eyes closed,
but his
hands trembling
holding a syringe.
we sip on our hot coffee,
careful
not to spill it
the new jacket we just
bought
and move on
to where
we need to go.
it feels like Seattle
but it's
Portland.
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