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pete
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he was breathing quietly
i had never seen him before,
this man obviously not from town
or new on the street
sleeping on the city bench
in the wind,
not in the store fronts
where the homeless usually find shelter..
i passed him, talking to myself
stoned
i passed him, deep in thought
stoned
i passed him, wondering about his life
stoned
i stopped,
turned around and walked infront of him
i stopped,
took my bag from my back
i stopped,
opening the pouch and removing a toonie
i stopped,
reached down and pressed the cold metal
onto this curled up hand
tucked beneath his chin
holding his worn jacket
close to his old body
i turned and walked away
only to hear him start
he looked at his hand
he looked at this stranger
walking away waving
saying 'sleep well friend'
walking out of his life
leaving him with enough
for breakfast in the morning
as he inhales his last loneliness
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