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About This Poem
Soloist
Seated on the sidewalk,
singing under his breath,
a soloist in gray & black,
performing the hard way
for pennies in his guitar case.
Focus closely now
on the brown fold
of undershirt closest to his body,
the almost white of his eyes,
skin burned red.
Hope’s long gone,
turned blue in the dust
of his visible despair.
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