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OFF-RAMP GUY

This one is fairly spry,

ambling down the gutter

line as the cars build up

waiting at the light. 


In the sun, his face is grimed 

and seamed with a past 

that has led to this plight. 

Hoodie down, hair entwined 

with pollen and dust 

kicked up from the road.


As he moves along, ahead

of the light turning green,

he waves and smiles at the drivers.

Very few respond with a hand

offering anything in return.


Due to habits or misfortune,

he's no longer considered as being 

a part of this crowd socially shaped 

by false news and celebrity events.


He's free only to live as their dependent,

kicked out to eke out at the side of their road.

As his sign says, anything helps.

Maybe even a wave and a smile.

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