A pattern of rippled water.
So unevenly tossed.
Pure and wailing.
Shuffled and stumbled.
The beat of a hobo's nickel.
Tossed over the shoulder.
Bread basket venue's.
End of day, dragging feet.
Like a slow jazz brush.
Tumbling back home.
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