The beggar

The beggar
It is cold outside
The old man sits
Mortal tin
Wheelchair and can
Out in front
And glisten
Shimmer of coin
Leaves drift just to
Listen
His harmonica
Whispers uneven no
Expression
Lack of trace
Someone passes two
Bananas find their place
In his hands
Small smile verses fruit
In the yellow light
As he begins to eat
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