Dizzy
He saunters along
towards somewhere
An easy walker
with bright white hair
In his Jean coat pocket
a casino discarded deck
If you look close enough
sunshine’s imbedded in his neck
Yes, twenty years sober brother
he keeps his hands and feet busy
The way he shuffles both
slows my mind, makes me dizzy
He’s not one to share his story
by himself he’s blissfully content
I wonder where he hails from
and the places he has went
Still, he’s not my puzzle to solve
his quiet provides my answer
He’s a solitaire aficionado
and a easy walking dancer.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2019
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