A man Bent, a bent figure Carved from life I spotted him Wonder took over Who is he and Why is he as he is? Would a picture taken Capture his essence Immortalize him He shows no pain He wanders into traffic Which slows for him Horns blow He ambles His destination? No one knows Other than him He loses himself Into the crowd Vanishes But not from my thoughts Life goes on It unfolds in formidable ways Blessed are the meek Stanski March 10, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 