-5 alive

read of a maimed man
and saw stickers placed
that didn’t matter:
an “H,” blue and red and white.
ice glare sheen, smiled.
Fairview station tripe, warily.
smelt coffee,
thought of events that
never happened
and won’t be followed up on.
adjusted in frozen leather,
in taken seats
the woman ciche
wouldn’t allow her
a bum like me in rags.
nothing like the weather.
we mn companions do know it.
warm summer thoughts.

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