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On Telegraph Avenue

She sits cross-legged, in the sun, with sweet chili lips, 
sandalwood skin and eyes, eyes of the moon.

Her long black hair drops down. Kissing her dog,
her lips in fur, she smells the funk, the pure truth of all living things. 

She looks up and says,

"Spare change?"