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Latticework puppeteer January 27, 2016

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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He is a graceless loner —
Broad shoulders, short temper;
Driven by an unspoken passion
and bridled by unvarnished truth;
He fades into the wallpaper at the very
moment he can’t help to be noticed.
The embodiment of oxymoron:
bitter and sweet, cheerless and joyful,
the wealthiest pauper you know,
or you thought you knew, twisted in some things
and more straight than an Iowa two-lane in others.
He stands next to you on the subway platform
and you don’t have to know his name, you know who he is;
there is that vacant sense of justice, an air of suspicion
so much so you don’t even hear the sound of the train
coming through the tunnel and grinding to a stop.
He picks up his briefcase, turns to you, with a knowing smile,
nods and boards the train. The one you were supposed to take,
now you have to wait for the next.

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