Begger is messing through the trash on the other side of the road from the shops
Black plastic sack full of nasty stinking things
He pulls a pouch out of the sack
Opens it carefully it's full of tobacco
He sniffs it and touches it
There are little white mould spots all over it
He takes out a portion rolls it up in a small slither of newspaper
Making it looked like a back and white tailor made novelty
He lights up the thing pumps smoke
He smiles and exhales a big plume
relief and exhaustion dripping off his mendigo chin
He stirred and looked across the shop
There was a round brown skin man parking his expensive bicycle into a steel grade
But as he did so he regarded the begger as if he knew him
Or to check what the strange man was doing under the weeds the size of trees
The begger took another puff put down the rubbish sacks and turned toward the brambles
In two seconds he was gone
The man finished locking his bike up
And couldn't believe the man had disappeared so quickly
All that remained was the strange smelling plume of tobacco smoke
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