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Mike Adam
Poems
May 2016
Hobo
I see you in the morning,
sleep-bagged eyes
ring tired resignation
Snailed backpack
containing all you hold
in frost-nipped dawn.
Your terrible freedom
appeals, appals
in simple ferocity.
Come rest in my cave
on the western cliff
until the globe revolves
to warmer evenings.
A man you are
king of the lousy road.
My heart yearns
for that earnest seeking
Written by
Mike Adam
66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)
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