Clouds of dirt and grime envelope
me as I scamper
down the concrete sidewalk,
towards the lemon unveiling itself
over the reaches of the trees,
spraying the world with its
citrus, nourishing even the smallest brick.
I cower and scatter away
shielding myself from the disgust shot
at me from all around.
I reach the gloomy corner
that is mine
and set out the Folgers can
that is my income.
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