arteries of the winter morning.
at the off ramp home, two buckets
full of bright red roses sat in the
morning light. a middle aged man,
probably of Mexican descent, stood
there waiting for customers. an older
homeless man crossed pushing his
cart along. his beard was a long and
dirty grey. he looked like a santa that
had fallen on very hard times. red
turned to green as I made my way
home.
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