Just Anoher Stranger
Just another stranger...Standing on a corner
Collar turned against the wind
Over length hair
Pasted to his scalp by a persistent drizzle.
An occasional tear
Hidden by the drops of water on his face
Trying to smoke a cigarette
To wet to burn.
Old for a child
Not yet grown to be a man
Eyes aged by fear
By empty days and no tomorrows.
He spits the cigarette into the street
Shoulders hunched
He shoves his hands into his jeans
And ambles off into the dark.
Just another stranger...
jpa
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