he walks under the bridge   destination uncharted

a strapped and zippered keeper of possessions
hunch his shoulders, yet it’s his gait
that speaks the weight he carries

come night he knows cold concrete
freedom in borderless dreams

until the cacophony
of morning traffic wakes him
& he walks another day   another day…

would that he stay in those dreams

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Part of Seattle Poetry Grid, a project developed by Washington State Poet Laureate, Claudia Castro Luna, 2018-2021
Photo by Ali Bakhtiari on Unsplash