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The People Under The Bridge

I found a micro homeless community today.

Today could mean any variety of things.

From...

Actually today.

To.

Maybe last year sometime.

I meditate, an it is a practice that take you far, you might say.

There were tents,
the consistency
of a the tarp, I ignited
with fireworks,
as a youth, not quite...  Wisping in the wind, but...

They might could
make it through the winter, I told someone.

There was a slew of bikes.

Like a back river Schwinn dealership....

I think of the gruff characters
on bikes,
riding around the town, feeling like I have found the mother hive.

I do not disturb, but think
of bringing them some hash later.
Written by Cipher_Aeon (Cipher_O)
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