The Weary Traveler

He appeared out of the sun…

At the beginning of a long line of cars.

No offerings were offered to his cup.

Held a lit cigarette beneath grey hair.

I gave him a bottle of water held in earth ending plastic.

He said, ” God bless you. ”

The light changed to an americano and a scone.

Dennis Mantin

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