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Thing for Redheads
by Nathan Blan No money for a drink in the bus stop shelter I wait watching people cross the street no one else comes in to sit the bench is mine alone and I am shielded from the wind but thirsty no one I know has yet passed no one who looked as though they would give me some change or even a bone if I asked but it will happen if I can patiently wait and then I see it long hair caught on the barbs of a sharp wind as pretty as the tail fin of a goldfish I could watch swimming in its bowl for hours if I tap on the glass it would frighten her I could follow her a few blocks and watch her hair being fondled by the wind but the best thing for me is to stay here in the shelter waiting |
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