Friday, June 28, 2019

poem of the day June 28


My long dream in a taxi ride
somewhere in New York City
The fare going was six dollars
The same fare coming back was two
"How can that be" I asked the foreign taxi driver
as I tipped him one to make it three
He shrugged his shoulders and looked into me
"Cause I am not an American in the land of the free"

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