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  • Jimmy Broccoli

Looking At Sunsets With Understanding

He looks old

Like newspapers on the lawn

That have turned yellow

From age and neglect

He sits in the afternoon heat

On his porch


Like condensation collects

On a beer bottle

He smokes Pall Malls

And throws them into the street

After they have become midgets

Before he reaches for another

His wife died five years ago

His children have moved away

He lives a solitary life

His life ended long ago

Yet he breathes, and eats

He shits when he needs to

He wakes every morning

For no other reason than habit

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