Sometimes late at night
he stood out on his street
empty except for the rustle
of trees smoking a joint
one night a runner
swept past him out of
nowhere a black man
gleaming white shorts
next few nights
he waited for him
at that same time
until the runner stopped
asked if he could take
a toke and smiled
that was the first night.
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This is a great story.
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