A Quarter


Twenty-five cents
is
much to offer a
homeless person
who claims
he's
sitting on top
of
the
world
"as you can see"
he replied to me
standing there in
a moth-bitten coat
and a pair of
live-in
jeans,
two different colored
sneakers
with a couple of toes
peeking out,
"It's the end of the world!",
he's shouting
in
doubt.

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