All the fog!
There's a city back there,
but you'd never know.
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Sub par tacos
and no Horchata!
Cold wind through the open door....
Disappointment mounts
with every bite.
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He hurries down hill,
the red glow of his cigarette
marking his speed.
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Gray green tide creeps in.
The white gull flies away--
now I am alone.
