77 Yesler Way
September 7, 1996
He usually sits near
the black metal awning
shaking his paper cup
saying, Hey, darling.
Signs near him read,
. . . peace . . . friend.
You know who I'm talking about
you've seen him
wearing a rain poncho
handing out pamphlets
of I don't kow what.
An added touch of friendliness
to Pioneer Square. The only area
serving pizza after 5 o'clock.
He says to me as I pass,
Ooooh, don't you look nice today.
So I flash him a shy smile
darkened with the season's
newest lipstick color.
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