A break

    Photo by Daniel Schuleman / North by Northwestern

    Solace: cigarette.
    Sitting on a sturdy bench,
    I puff silently.

    An afternoon break,
    I gaze into the distance
    thinking of what’s near.

    To my left: trashcan.
    That which I have forgotten.
    To be disposed of.

    To my right: briefcase.
    My belongings at my side,
    A modern nomad.

    My veins protruding
    From my experienced hands
    Too bad they can’t talk.


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