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Chris Schleier Jr
Poems
Mar 2015
The Man on the Streets
The man on the streets
born and bred
with rain and grime
upon his head,
drinks from the water
of a nearby creek.
Water flows.
Stagnant week.
The cars of the many
pass him by.
Gush of mist,
squints the eye.
What chills can come
from metal doors
in which he's never
been before.
Another blue.
Another red.
As rain is falling
on his head
he wonders why
he has to drag
while toting pictures
in his bag
of times that put him
on the road
on which he hauls
a heavy load.
Walking on from
where he's been
he hopes to feel the sun,
but then
a car pulls up
beside of him.
He looks to see a girl.
A young one, probably seventeen
in a car of chrome
polished, clean.
With window down,
she says to him
'It looks like you could use a lift! '
The man on the streets
simply exclaims
'What blessings can come through the haze! '
He walks along
to climb aboard
a mighty vessel
of metal doors
that accelerate
into the night
on a four mile ride
of high beam light.
Written by
Chris Schleier Jr
30/M/Charlotte, NC
(30/M/Charlotte, NC)
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