his vision obscured by hair
inches long, as mustaches
above each eye, brows
not furrowed, serene
iconic, idle on the
corner, the rest of
his face obscured by
a beard, wild and thick
he sits, mythologically still
waiting to dispense
oracular wisdom to all seekers
who come by Eighth and Downing
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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