Leon – v2

A mournful sight, in the streets,
often in the night
I still wonder about his story
what he had done
what brought him to this state

He walked the streets
of the old mill town
long past the heyday of his life
heavy soles on his shoes,
thick shanks, for uneven legs
heavy frock coat hangs like a weight
slumped gait, hunched shoulders

Jet black toupee, like an all-black skunk
pomade as his hair had been
before it had grayed
perched over salt and pepper brows
sunken eyes, smell of the bourbon,
the ripple, the smudge of the cigars
snubbed out in his fingers,

Hands that built, that made things
long fallow then, long ago yet
a forgotten moment of time

A ghost, walking among the vacant buildings
the blocks of the ancient metropolis
dormant itself too, hoping for rebirth

He was shuffling in the sun,
furtively, back into shadows
comfortable at night mostly,
wandering his hometown


Edited September 21, 2012
May 28, 2007 23:58

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