patiently, he sits at the bus stop.
the homeless woman next to him
appears at 8am every morning,
she smells like piss and talks to herself.
a man with a long white beard
and tall white hat crosses the intersection.
she starts to mumble louder.
he sips on his coffee.
in thirty seconds,
a collision
of wonderful
colors.
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