If I were homeless
I would
Sit on a park bench
All day,
Feeding pigeons (with what?),
Squinting in the sun,
Tanned skin around my eyes,
Covering a mind that would be
Wondering
How it ever was
That I wore a suit,
And tie, and ticking watch.
I also
Most surely would not
Live
In Michigan.
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