Here’s a man just hanging in the light
this Sunday morning on the street
in an army green shirt
and knee length pants
with his feet splayed into a state with no
direction as he stumbles
slightly forward with
an angry shadow for a face
and a growling voice
in his throat quite ready
to uncoil. Catch up, hurry past, don’t
stare. Never look back once
he’s behind. He’s making slow
progress but may
be a danger. Although there’s no space
in his clothes for a gun he’s carrying
his mind concealed.
