MikeA Poem by C.Wrote this one after an interesting conversation with a homeless man near UCLA. Turned it in for class, but didn't get any feedback. I kind of like it, though. A little more human than my other stuff.He said he was from Kentucky. When I asked how he ended up here, laughed.
“Long story.”
Three teeth, I counted. All bottoms. And his beard was souring.
“Pray my momma gets saved.”
I told him I would, sure thing, and smiled at all his jokes.
“I keep people from jaywalking.”
Or something like that: I couldn’t quite hear.
It didn’t matter; I wanted to see his eyes light up, so I grinned. © 2010 C.Author's Note
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