Elliot
Canto XII
Empty street
No people
Stepping on the sidewalk
No people
Sitting on the doorsteps
Driving on the right side
…Which side?
Depends on the direction
No people
No matter
Just me
And the dust that I stir
Shadows peer through the windows
Formless and faceless
They’re watching the progress
I make down the road
To the store at the end
With the empty eyed mascot
It’s owner’s a friend
To the rich and the poor
A warm wallet welcome
Despite where you’ve been
He stands by the door
Kindly letting me in
With the quarters and pennies
I’ve got to my name
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