the bum's rushing
 
 

waking cobwebbed and cold

waiting on the sun

wanting to go walkabout

too proud to beg

too dumb to steal

held together

with Zig Zag papers and scotch

tape

to hold body and soles together

wandering down

empty streets, long corridors, faded memories
 

- Ken Peters
 

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