The Poem Finds Its Own Source

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downstairs

opposite the apartment

where I’m staying

i spy on a woman waiting

who is late

who has left her worried

anxious as she looks up and down the street

to her right and my left

is a man

sitting on a step

pulling hard on his cigarette

he appears bedraggled

unshaved

life it seems has not been kind to him

he has no money

no one wants him around

won’t help him anymore

he has no where to turn

but life is not through with him

he pulls hard one last time

on the cigarette squeezed between

his fingers then tosses the butt

on the ground and walks pass the

lady with home and things

wondering if she notices him

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Istanbul 11/13/15

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