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I don’t know what was
more impressive
about him
the fact that he
collected trash
in a bag that was
at least three
times bigger than himself
and carried that bag
on his back
or the fact that
it was winter
and he was only
in shorts
and wasn’t cold
That one evening when
he approached me
in the store’s parking lot
he asked if I’d
seen any cans
I reached into my
shopping bag
and gave him one.
A can of beer
He shook his head
at it. “Nah, man, I can’t
take it like this.”
“What d’ you mean?”
I asked
He pointed at
it. “This ain’t trash,
man. It’s a perfectly
fine can
of beer. I only
take trash.”
Something told me that
the time
and the place was not
for arguing or
demanding explanations
You don’t just
ask a man like him to
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