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.
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