Street people sing the change cups full.

They dance without care, laughing

wide and loud.  They search for the weak,

catching their eyes, reeling them in;

the uninvolved walk and avoid.

The corner becomes a one ring

circus.  Traffic releases thunder.  Children

point.  The elderly understand the caldron

of poverty.  Midnight ends the show.

A plate of scrambled eggs and a warm root

beer provides half a dream and hope for




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