Earl Schumacker Poet Free verse

A Handful of Darkness

The gray man went whistling down the highway
To the rail stop where trains go speeding by
Keeping tempo to the clicks with fascination 
On iron which makes you think of laughter
But only ends in tears on tracks still crying

In the heavy rain so far away from nowhere 
Pounding rhythms rise to drive a man insane 
Midnight comes to hide the face of sunlight
In shadows foreign to a foreigner out of shade

The old man follows rails to their conclusion
To an open pond with fish who look surprised
Who look delicious to the passers by

Fish, who are good at avoiding contact with a smile 
Evading capture from a person with a stick
And a line made out of plastic thread, pose no threat 
It is a trick because there is no bait on it

Back at home, a cardboard box is castle
Empty dreams and stomach park inside 
A rock is a pillow for the homeless
In his fist he holds a lot of nothing
And when he opens it there is only dark

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