Two hours walking
and no rides yet.
Johnny takes a banana,
pockets his thumb.
Thanks, Abe, he says,
flinging the peel into the grass.
A lost art,
Abe says. Hitchhiking.
Seems to be, says Johnny.
A truck roars past.
We could drive to Denver.
No art in that.
No, agrees Johnny.
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