FIVE AND DIME MAN
Deep in thought
his gestures mime
decades of habits.
A beggar for time.
But, time fades...
Through the store-front window,
a bent spectre, barely outlined,
poses on the chair...
same as yesterday,
and the day before.
Slightly indistinguishable
from the glass reflection
of life outside.
He is incognizant.
Crooked fingers grasp
the folded reality
of "Today's Times."
Absorbed in others' views...
someone's blues,
everyone's news.
His elbows rest unsteady on his lap.
Another page
..another year.
Another article.
..another day.
Another death.
Spent...his hands tremble.
I take notes as he performs his eulogy.
An epic all his own. |
Submission Name: Five and Dime Man
