Hello

by Fred Byrnes | Autumn 2025

He sits
on
a bench
every day
in town
Looking
Lost
Bearded
Red-faced
Probably
half drunk
I say
hello
whenever
I see him
Looking
Lost
Bearded
Red-faced
Probably
half drunk
I say
hello
to myself,
forty five
years ago

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