THIS WAY

A soft shoe slips the floor,

pushing aside sawdust and

broken promises; the cost

of today releases the cash for night.

Empty back pockets hold dreams

without conviction.  Black sunglasses

shape the truth.  Pearly white smiles

spread a net; the hungry listen to

anything, full stomachs walk by.

Street vendors speak the truth.  Its

a long walk to the end of any journey.

Some never start.  The shame is in

not trying.

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