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 a bliss not
bound by
death,
but he’ll never tell,
and well, i see it paintin’
a grin on same old
face dire rains
once 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?
++++
offers a shrug,
then off he
rolls.
Gimpy Boredman
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.
