He’s wearing his zippered
sweatshirt backwards, his blanket
looks like carpet padding and if
he didn’t have legs it wouldn’t surprise
or if he suddenly melted
and flowed into the gap between
bus and sidewalk leaving behind
the whisper he made, too low
to understand, I would feel less
like him, stunned by the predawn hour,
wishing I were somewhere else
going somewhere else or just able
to sleep in the bright bastard light
the swaying around irregular curves
bringing us too soon to our destination

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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