A beggar with a wide flat back, bent to tie
what’s left of his shoes, laces foul, nails gone,
smelling for all the world like human rust,
and I, a lamp post anchored to this spot,
painted like a song to resemble steel,
desperately in need of hands.
Poems, Slightly Used, October 10, 2010
Categories: Poems, Slightly Used
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