The Gentleman
The world turns
under the kick-me-off shoes
of a man in summer-rolled, khaki pants
and turned up sleeves
that allow gentle
hands to settle
in pockets with no money
Hands that pass through disheveled hair
to rest below a well worn smile
on the only shadow of his day. . .
. . .his chin
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