They sat barefooted
Oblivious
Cigarette butt squeezed at the lip, barely
Cup of big gulp, clenched tightly
Biding time
One gamble for a pint
Catching up with the present
Stuck in the past
Losing at this unjust race
Space — didn’t matter
Neither did norm of any kind
What they found, theirs
Piece of cardboard, a bed
Corner of grass, land
Kind shade of an old tree, shelter.
Staring into the abyss
In a world of her own
I ask — “How’re you doing?”
She says — “Terrible.”
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