Boy I Saw – poetic foray

16 Jul

Small bare feet, smoking, no shirt,
Reading a heavy paperback –
Fantasy I think
Too big jacket, member of what exactly?

Tattoos on stomach
Why wear a shirt when
You’re rockin’ the m.o.

Talking to self,
Who’s worthy of garbled intelligence?

Cool breeze refreshes.
When will it be too cool
For bare feet, bare belly, bare all?

Eyes blank, sad and smart.
Moving past,
Another planter to lean on.
Sigh.

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