Streets

photo credit — Inna Malostovker — 2020

I keep bouncing with the motion of the chaos and commotion, as I trip out on the strange things that I see. It’s the man walking down the street, stumbling haphazardly with bare feet, seemingly lost to the streets where he stays. I follow steps behind, with attention in my mind that he is not a simple social disease. It’s not the shell that I see, as I look beyond the dirt and the fleas, I imagine a time when back in his prime, he was respected as a valued human being. Now…

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