Otto was ill-timed and
out
of place
in his black suit and
hand-hemmed
pants
bearing the sheen of long wear
and his umbrella
reaching from floor to his elbow
its wooden handle as crooked
as his spine
"Where were you," he
admonished with his
eyes and
"Why didn't you," he
accused with his
cane-handled umbrella and
"Where is she," he
screamed from his
wrinkled shirt and
creased brow and
worn wool pants and
ill-timed arrival
one foot in the train and
one foot knee-deep in misery.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Otto was ill-timed and
out
of place
in his black suit and
hand-hemmed
pants
bearing the sheen of long wear
and his umbrella
reaching from floor to his elbow
its wooden handle as crooked
as his spine
"Where were you," he
admonished with his
eyes and
"Why didn't you," he
accused with his
cane-handled umbrella and
"Where is she," he
screamed from his
wrinkled shirt and
creased brow and
worn wool pants and
ill-timed arrival
one foot in the train and
one foot knee-deep in misery.