He Haunts the Back Streets
He haunts the back streets
hugging the sides of buildings
Unseen, unfelt, unloved
a statistic in a dusty cabinet file
Raising up on sole-less shoes
He sneaks a view from the alley
ice on every windowpane
conversations mixing with steam
He slinks to the edge of town
to the bridge o'er the rushing river
Would God care if he took his life ~
his lips involuntarily quivered
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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