The Mirror
Today on the way into the liquor store,
I saw a man on the curb with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
As I approached, he sat staring off into the distance.
Blank, Tired, Drunk were all things that he appeared.
He was a skinny sort ,
with a washed worn tank top on and loose cotton shorts.
He raised an eyebrow to acknowledge my approach.
“what’s up man” I said timidly.
For his desperation both frightened me and intrigued me.
“Nothing here man, just waiting for this rain to come“,
he raised his cigarette to me in a cheering motion and continue to sit
as I walked on to get my booze.
“It was weird to both pity and admire someone
I thought out loud as I walked away”
Copyright © Nathan Logan-Cooney | Year Posted 2011
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