The Hitchhiker

The hitchhiker sticks out a thumb
The dust of the road inhaled and tasted
Waiting for the next ride to come
Braised by the sun, in own juices basted
An insignificant sum,
A mosaic of misery stuck and pasted
A heart grown cold and numb
A lifetime spent whiled and wasted
T J Therien
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