At peace
On the cold concrete
In a fetal curl
A grime stiffened hoodie eliminating his face
He slept.
A slight detour to pass and overtake,
Like
That triumvirate of tourists staking claim to the full sidewalk,
Those Lovers oblivious beyond their own crystal bubble on a quest for latte,
This green scooter lonely and abandoned,
To the runner,
Just another obstacle.
Registered and avoided.
Yet seen
Beyond and beyond and
Stopping
To pull a last remaining cone flower from its green
Clump of commercial landscaping
Retracing
Calling on love
beyond and beyond and
Placing
The long purple petals
Within a groggy grimy grasp
The run
Resuming.
Orange Door Hinge 
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