I've not forgotten about the chasing dreams|catching butterflies series, this just came to me, and well... it would not have been right to brush it off...


The Bowlegged Man in the Coffee Shop

I’m watching him
Standing on bowed
Legs and wondering
Just how tall
He must be.
His pear eyes;
Glazed with sadness
Speak to me, Mooning me
With years of
Pain and I begin
To feel sorrow for
Him.

His head, a holding
Space for movie
Titles and rap songs;
So conveniently attached to
His long neck.
He births a sigh
Of rejection to
Tell me he’s not
Interested. And, I
Become dust, blown away
By an evening breeze.

©Tremaine. L. Loadholt

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