Solitary Soul

off he rolls,
a solitary soul,

sack tethered to a stick,
a steady stepper,
not born
quick

roll draws to deeper
breath for a toke
and lengthy
rest,

lost in abyss not
bound by
death,

but he’ll never tell,
and well, i see it in goofy
grin on same face
grim rains
fell,

it’s like he’s in on some
joke i’ll never
know,

like he tastes the nectar
from a peach i’ll
never grow,

who really knows
a solitary
soul?

..when
off he rolls.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

image: Mahfuzur Rahman at – https://www.artmajeur.com/en/mahfuz/artworks/12972263/the-lonely-drifter

…and rolls.

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