at the waterfront.
A couple every ten
seconds,
or bikers,
walkers,
even a few trotters.
The homeless take up
post here at the
benches.
The street kids
hawk their drugs.
Now I sit,
with a boy I can't
read.
Little garcon.
I knew I wasn't
the only person
who could enjoy
The Boy Least Likely Too.
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