words #3

he had a newspaper booth
in the corner of the busy street.

form time to time I was buying from him
lottery tickets and soda,
paying in exact change.

every time he was handling me the ticket
he was cold and silent.

every time he was checking the ticket,
he was only saying one word, – “nothing”.

(a single word)

and every time he was saying that word,
I felt like the world
is about to get back
into the Chaos.

then I usually went to work.

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