People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Walking in the cold along
the Esplanade, watching
the people as they watch
the sea. On the pier,
fisher folk cast lines and
drop crab pots, waiting
to see what their luck or
skill will be this day. It’s
cold and I pull the sleeves of
my sweatshirt over my hands.
I walk along the uneven
ground. My love walks before
or beside me. We chat about
minor things. She points
out a black cloud overhead.
We wonder if we will be dry
when we return to the car.
Then, taking a different route
on our return trip, we stop
and split a sesame bagel.
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