The Transient Walker

The Transient Walker Walking Home Looking for an open doorway where eye can avoid the rain to stay warm with my blanket to keep from the inevitable decay the day the day will start again so eye can walk again? The people are the same they never change Judging me as less then them occasionally there is one to be a friend SHE listened to me and took the offering from my hand a poem given to be remembered to be read and marveled at she will read how flowers fade and wonder at this MAN that gave her such a thing and eye am blessed to have just such a friend as this kind stranger she did not poo at me or shudder from the application of my hand upon the card the faded card of poem there she took it like a jewel and told me in confidence eye collect the poetry eye COLLECT poems said she And eye just had to smile for eye had written flowers fade on the back of an old file card and now we are both strangers nevermore. She collected the best poem of them all.