Phantom Man with a Cane
There is something inquisitive
About you old man,
Standing at the checkout lane
Of this grocery store.
Calmly debating what candy
You will treat yourself to.
But there is a sadness in your eyes
That no one seems to acknowledge.
As you wait in your pajama pants
Watching the line dwindle.
You look so weightless,
As if hovering on your Cane.
You don't say a word
As you buy your food,
As if you aren't aware
Of the world around you.
You walk out into the cold,
Unphased by the sharp rain
Hitting your vulnerable skin
And white covered head.
Hair so pure it could be easily mistaken
for the snow you peacefully glide through.
You drift along the crosswalk,
Meeting no resistance
From the rough blowing winds.
You walk towards nothing,
Where is it you are headed to?
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Posted Nov 23, 2022, 10:55 PM UTC