Tuesday, April 1, 2014


This man on the bus
wears a faded brown shirt,
a window seat
and a ponytail, 

but never a smile.

He checks 
my shoes,
my hands 
and tattoos,

but never my eyes.

This man on the bus
carries a doubt,
a subway ticket 
and a fault,

but never a cry.

He owns 
a picture frame,
a yard and
a name,

but never a heart.


  1. Excellent! I love how the character sketch develops through each additional detail added stanza by stanza. The poetic voice is very compassionate in the face of such a bitter personality.

  2. wow..strong and intense.