Meal of the Vagabond

Meal of the Vagabond He sits down there upon the rocks In front of gas stations he walks Pack of cigarettes he withdraws On the various buds he gnaws Digging in his pockets, he takes out contents His wallet, a knife, public transit scents Where does he want to go, what will he eat TodayContinue reading “Meal of the Vagabond”

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