Faceless names
trotting along the dirt highway.
Rubble between their toes
from towns before they've traveled.

Carrying on their back
tonnage from yesteryear.
Knapsacks with treasures they may keep.
Memories for the future they collaborate.

Children running among the pack,
snot-dried faces,
tears streaming,
for what they may face,
what they have to housekeep.

Dogs,
running around,
sniffing for scraps to be thrown to them ,
jagged teeth baring canines long and sharp.
Not frightening,
enough to illuminate fear.
Gentle,,,

One straggles behind the others,
skin wrinkled,
weatherworn,
clothes in rags .
Silvered hair hanging in locks of tangles,
eyes glazed over from years of seeing,
what he least expected.

Nomads,
Wanderers of time,
of days,
of months,
of years.

Millennia passes by with each step they take,
aging for all,
and on,
and on,
and on…

11/09/2002

Posted on 11/10/2002
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