Lingering like an invisible
Cylindrical cloud
The bracing odor
left by the
Apparently homeless woman
Who I saw shuffling so slowly
Towards the store
In the parking lot
As I went in for coffee
Has now arrived
in the coffee line
As I am ready to leave;
N.Y. bums lined-up on the sidewalk
Rancid urine, sweat and feces.
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