in the satiny comforts
of his plush a.c. salon
following a drunken evening
well-spent
at the coffee shop
of a five-star
slept the poor-old-rich-guy.
quite oblivious
of the dialogue
between the moon
and the stars…
those silent utterances
heard only
by the one,
stretched out
on the terrace
of his one-room-tenement…
the rich-old-poor-guy!
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