He sighs
bending down, pensively searching for leftovers nobody else wanted
He ponders
the future
starting out at the old south side four flat
He worries
sbout paying his rent
pensively searching the soil for a lucky penny
He moves
on rickety unsure legs
down stone pocked slabs, toward the corner grocery
And buys
the meager supplies
for another day’s pilgrimage another eternity
waiting for beauty waiting for honesty waiting for love waiting for something.
Anything.

The above poem was written in January, 1985.

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