He walked up to me,
Shook my hand,
Then began
Rants
About past
Events—
History.
Strangely,
I stared,
Wondering
If he were
Aware
That lady
Called him
Crazy
Next to me
For walking
Past the
Unemployment
Line
Multiple times.
“Twenty years
Ago,
Such and such
Was here.
No es lo mismo—
Government's cleared
Our opportunity to steer
The economy
Alone.”
Conversation ended
Monotone.
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