edward palmquist


long abandoned


I drew closer to the man on the bench
He was napping to escape reality
I lightened my footfalls as not to wake him
He clutched his stiff cotton coat to his chest
Our breaths puffed out in sync
I noted his appearance
His corkscrew hair long abandoned
His leather like face browned by the sun
His sandpaper hands screeched softly as they rubbed his coat
He awoke slowly
his eyes clouded by his own failure
Our eyes met as we silently acknowledged our individual grievances
I resumed walking leaving that moment behind
I could not help him nor he me

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