Thursday, March 13, 2008

Hot Chips Cracked Lips

They dart around

One two quick

Through owlish reading glasses

Long once intelligent face

Grey hair

He bends

Fingers snatch two pieces of chips

Off the dusty pavement

Greasy browned chips grimy white fingers

He straightens

Eyes dart around

One two quick

The hand raises

He wipes his nose

Palms downwards

And chips plop into cracked lips.


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