smoking a cigarette
in front of my car
in a parking lot
in Huntington Beach
when a man walked up
got into the car
parked next to me
as he pulled away
he said loudly
I LOVE LIVING IN THIS COUNTRY
that was odd
I thought back to him walking by
did he say something?
my god,
did I say something?
I looked at my clothes
plain black tank
cammo cut-offs
flip-flops
nope it isn’t my clothes
was he on the phone?
if so
who opens a conversation
like that?
and what other countries has this man
lived in
that he can make such a bold statement
as that?
I pondered this
the sun went down
the fiery sky
turned black
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