Just before you get to the Prudential billboard,
and you've hit the point of no return, you're leaving
San Francisco, you see a bag lady with a dirty
box face waving at all the cars passing by
at the speed of stop and go traffic. She smiles
and waves at you, the way you occasionally
greet friends you haven't seen in a while. She
does this to every car that passes. She has no sign
explaining anything about her, not even an empty cup.
She's not selling a story. Just selling a smile and a wave.
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