The arrhythmic, two-legged, equestrian gait of bustling people multiplied,
Murmuring, under winded breath,
“Lazy son of a bitch” at his motionless body:
Cradled by the sun; slumbering not to cosset rest
But escape into a realm of dreams where he was king.
Photo by Matthew Henry from Burst
Jose Oseguera 
beautifully written
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Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it.
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