A junkie shivers under the sun, the poet
scans the streets searching for that one word.
The senile midnight street walker rests her
head for the day. The old war veteran spits on
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And perhaps we are all looking even higher Vincent. Lovely poem and I love the last line. Love Ernestine XXX