Solitary Soul

off he rolls,
a solitary soul,

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

roll draws to deeper
breath for a toke
and lengthy

lost in abyss not
bound by

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

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

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

who really knows
a solitary

off he rolls.

Grumpy Gorman

image: Mahfuzur Rahman at –

…and rolls.

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