2018, New Poems: workings and beginnings.

The to go coffee cup

Coffee cup on the exit ramp fence.

The concrete wall holding up the fence

To be exact.

You left it.

One of the homeless,

Who walk up and down it


Asking for money.

But I only give ‘am food.,

Or left by the firemen

Who were here the other day.

But if so,

Why hadn’t I seen it there before.

As I waited for the light to change.

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