Doubt
He has excited
green eyes,
walks chin out,
air in his hair
and on his face
so that he cries
just a little,
the wind in his eyes.
He walked past
a beggar the last
day and blustered
not today, please,
not today
and he felt odd,
lonely, I think,
though he had me,
as if opportunity
was someone
he missed too,
at the station,
leaving.














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