over there
on d and bonanza
the pavement is cold
life is cold
he peers from a brown hood
stained lonely
lips move
trying to tell him why he is here
fingers thick with want
pick up butt
finger to finger shift
not knowing
what else to do
he listens to his lips
talk about children
he thinks he remembers
was that a little boy
holding his once hand
did he ever touch a baby
its breath in tiny puffs
was that his long ago lips
on a soft woman collarbone
was she flesh and blood
or a flash of frozen dream
itch on a cold foot
wet
in the corner of his mouth
pulls blanket closer
useless bid for warmth
scratches behind ear
lips talking
wind brings sand
crushed krispy kreme box
sweet frosting
his fingers drop butt
wipe sweet into mouth
lips forget to talk
about children
woman
past
...gone
in moment of
licking sweet
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