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​I See You
​from When a Lion is Chasing You, a collection of poetry 
At the corner of Guerrero and Duboce
Not in the city of angels
A man of indeterminate age
Outside a city-worn Kentucky Fried Chicken
Pants, jacket, wooly cap living-on-the-street crusted and gray
A small suitcase knee high, one wheel broken
Rests at his feet as he stands, legs in perfect symmetry
He extends his arms high and wide
In a dance of morning awakening
At the end of his long arms, hands outstretched
A pantomime of winged birds
Long delicate fingers reaching as high as they can go
Tips touching the blue sky
He stands in an ecstasy of luxury, then
Sits back down beside his suitcase
And waits