Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Shiver

me walking up the parade
flinch for tomorrow
for every next day
move without watching
he stares at the sun
rest may just follow
when all this is done

(14.09.97 While travelling in a bus home from work in Vancouver, Canada I passed a naked man with long hair and a full beard walking down the street with a pained expression on his face. I thought of him and wrote this poem)

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