A heavy body rotound a dirty snowman
Damaged skin covered in wrinkles and mud
A tattoo indelible tear a homeless Pierrot
Green eyes shades of rage and fatigue
Weathered hands carrying black bin bags
If you’d see him you’d turn away pretend
You did not notice his rough tough tired face.
Crossroads separate us I achieve
My destination ignoring a not unusual strike
Accustomed to Roman public transports yet
Coffee and cigarettes before my rendezvous
Wondering how will I ever return
To where I began, writing scribbles a poem
On the road.
[Featured painting: Lonely (Homeless series) by Aline Chevalier]