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the young brother
can be seen at the
Bart station
Civic Center
or maybe
on Montgomery
in his hand
are a stack
of papers
the pages sometime
slip from his fingers
and land on the floor
becoming soiled with
grease and oil
and he stands at the
bottom of the escalators
greeting people in transit
selling pages of
what appear to be
scribbles from every
imaginable direction
what is it?
i ask him
art, music and
poetry
he answers
and the lines
on the page fly
in all directions
a scratching on
the walls of
the mind
and itch that
never ends
on a page
$3.00 a piece
(c) 2017 Tony Robles
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