The tips of thumb and forefinger
Stained brown from smoking
Other peoples castoffs
Drizzling rain falls gently
Changing the days perception
To that of a dream
I stop and watch a girl
In mukluks and a miniskirt
Hurry into 501 Markham
Crossing Broadway looking
Ahead headlights and halos
Rush toward me
I pick up the pace
A little and wince at the
Painful blister on the
Heel of my
Soul
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