a weathered man greets me on a corner his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm for a million moments in passing he shares with me his story I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek and coarse wore out locks paint for me a daily tragedy and all I do is keep walking
Writer, Poet, WANL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️
“I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”
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I love this, coarse granules of blackest days…
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Thanks, my buddy. Glad you liked this one.