A MAN WALKING

His shoulders sat

strong with moving,

powering forward

claiming the path

cut for him

with serious eyes.

Arms found

comfort with swaying,

claiming the air

like long lazy

summer strides

reaching into dusk.

 

Suspicion hung

curtain thick

on his blue

well worn shirt

from faces

seeking questions.

Through the crowd

past open fires

where hands paused

he moved

to the road

shadowed into night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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