Ancient graffiti, a nameless hand
stenciled on the obscure cave’s wall.
An itinerant naked man with a
chameleon tattooed on his bald head.
A karaoke singer, in Olde Town,
in the raucous Chris Columbus Tavern.
A butcher wearing a white apron
over a dead man’s snappy gray suit.
A gang’s graffiti, a hand stenciled
on the defunct mall’s white wall.
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