Monday, September 1, 2008

Two Eyes Waiting

That halfangry, allwanting, ballcapped face,
bench seated at the busless stop;
and his homeless home of dirty duffle
and black plastic bags
secured his momentary residence
there beneath the downtown shade
of a concrete encircled oak.
Turning to look again,
only the silhouette of his vacancy remained.
Somehow, between two adjoining nows,
somehow, baggage burdened, loaded, ladened,
gracefully he had slipped from view,
had vaporlike displaced himself
to visit where such angels, found,
are entertained by unawares.

Copyright (c) 2006 Gary Brown

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

beautiful. thank u for sharing, hal