A Home Without Housing
I was watching a humble man
Roll down hid window.
He pulls back his seat in recline.
A sigh escapes just past his teeth
In an attempt to turn my head.
I reluctantly look his way
As he slowly drops his
Ebony flip flops free from
The fast paced car with it's
Weathered glass windows.
We shared a sharp studying stare
As a fat dimpled spider crawls
Aimlessly across the dashboard.
We mindlessly breathe in the 5:am air
As we continue on down the road with no stoplights,
Leaving his tired soles behind,
Waiting for a California sun deterioration.
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