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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