cigarette smoke on the night-time street
barely a whisper and the coffee is sweet
shoulders sag low from the worrying weight
i stare at my feet and look up at the light
the palms' shadow tufts barely sway in the air
i exhale and swallow,
put it in God's Hand and head back home
get back with family and away from alone
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