pebbles exposed from the concrete bridge
where in the corner, near the top
slept the young man

forgotten dreams dripped from his cheek

left alone to fight dreams abandoned by his grandfather

nomad lad leaving nothing exposed to the weather
his world crumbles as does the bridge he sleeps under

on the road lies a dead armadillo, an offering to the crows

the dark night winds are his mentors
solicited sonotas dances through the branches
black asphalt paths trampled by the masses
that lead nowhere

and in the crumbled pieces
a remnant only seen by the lad
left alone...abandoned for another
he sees what others have forgotten

in overgrown grass fields...mushroom expressions await his steps
and through the dark clouds a light, blue green rays
escape from the east horizon
beckons his attention

brusing his hair from his eyes
he gathers his belongings and sets out
upon his destined journeys

04/10/2005

Posted on 04/10/2005
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