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Hobo Christmas Past

HOBO  CHRISTMAS PAST
					(Hannibal, Ill., 1960)
	
				Old toothless queen with rheumy eyes, 
				I'm seeing you again, across a smoky fire–  
				near an underpass, hillside grey with weather. 
				You hold forth over a can of hot  soup, 
				stopping to guzzle wine,  mutter in your whiskers, 
				something about peace and love
				– a wink at the words– 
				wind cries in the pines overhead, 
				snowflakes are dancing, falling on the siding, 
				a December afternoon turning bitter cold.

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