I don't understand you, boy,
with your billy goat beard and
fishing pole. Munching on that raw ear
of corn, as if proud of that haul
of laundry, you just reeled in
at your feet. The trench coat you are
buttoning is making everyone nervous,
but I am more curious. How did you
find yourself in this city? On this
train? And how can you look, so
confident, when you are so, out
of place? I envy you, boy.