Even when silence paints his walls gray,
his door opens inward, toward drenching
rain, and sleet, and snow three feet deep
or more. Among this surging crowd he did
not think he’d last so long, resting on his
deep green, but looking at that man makes
him feel something or other. Is anyone here
real? Waitress tells him she has no idea.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Kenneth C Zirkel
(CC BY-SA 4.0)
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