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Homeless

Last time he checked the Gate remained locked. Verdant shadows reflect soft running steams falling into still pools. Rushing to hushed sounds abated in calm. Evergreen foliage radiant, vibrant, waiting. 

Forlorn crosslegged perch resumed atop faded grass just outside, four steps distant, an already rusting landscape. No travelers left, yellowed path away, parched for nourishing spirit dew, solemnly abides.

Yearning soul, half scarred, half charred, singular nature revealed abruptly, scuttled unwittingly. Eternal truth circumcised nascent pair, to their despair. Vagrants now, celestial estate forfeit for .... one pomegranate?

endless fallen trail

darkness rails against light

                man walked from
                                    Eden

Copyright © Arlo Parker | Year Posted 2023

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Paul Bell Date: 8/9/2023 2:28:00 AM Sad, In Britain refugees don't want to go onto barges. I bet the homeless would jump at that choice. Login to Reply

The Situation Date: 7/24/2023 6:40:00 PM Slept in my car for 3 years. Looking back I wonder if I smelled like they do. It's different now, Drugs. Pity is not the word for it. I could use dispised the way they take all the air around you and you have no escape. Login to Reply

Tom Woody Date: 7/22/2023 5:42:00 AM Aah, I see you're also into haibuns. I love this take on the Fall. They indeed lost their home, and what a home! Now they would have to make do on their own. So pitiful Login to Reply Arlo Parker Date: 7/22/2023 8:48:00 AM We be homeless, too, TW. Let's see how that works out. ;o/