I crouch beside you
before dropping coins
into your empty cup
I question
you answer
only our eyes
speak a common language.

Anything helps
two words declare
watches knees
concrete stare
everything helps
coin toss spare
then walk on
drive by repair.
I asked a ground man
how he might vote
if he found
a voting booth
he said doctor
I am hungry
I vote for bread
I vote for Truth.

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