Poem: Rainwalker

Plans and concerns

Fill my head

But come to a screeching halt

When I stop at the light

Its been raining all day

And already half the night

A backpack on his back

An old jacket to keep him warm and dry

Bent over with age

He leans onto his walker

And makes his way

Across Colfax

He laughs with friends

Seems to float on

Black streets glistening

Peaceful pause

Rainwalker

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