ever a drifter

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

ever a drifter
moving through
moving through
cast eyes pavement
tracer blur crowds

no cantrips
glamour faded
here are the old
men grey

eyes who needs eyes?

once we knew him
but we blind gone
fold upon fold
we slip him into
our pocket welts
alone
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