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Cortez

Gray hair gelled and combed with care. Gold chain glimmers in the morning sun. Yellow, large collar complements a medallion over tanned skin. Members Only jacket a little old, a little grease. Sleeves delineate more treasure. A bracelet attached to gnarled hands. Chrome wheel chair glimmers in the rare but substantial spring sun. Where art thou, bus? Long Johns, sewn short at what were once knees. Tied off with sinew. Diesel exhaust wafts. A roar greets. Wheel the chair up to the stop. Air brakes hiss. Piercing chirp warns passers-by. Roll on. And off.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/9/2016 10:38:00 PM
James Graham, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT
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