Jostling on the sidewalks of a  busy street
I was absorbing every face for a stand out feature
to invest in chapter 23 of my new novel.

None appeared, look as I might
the world was busy today and people
were moving with their minds safely tucked
in deep folds of thoughts, lost within themselves,
unable to let anyone else peer into their prisons
or open a small window for me to look in.

Then he appeared before a huge glass window
this reflection
this plain face all wrinkled and worn
with walking the streets, looking for ecstasy
and pain and joy and thrill and eyes wide open
hoping to catch a glimpse of his best character
to embed in his novel.

I looked long and hard, sketching these features with my mind
looking deep in this soul, watching those eyes
move this way and that,
his hands in his pockets
hair tousled, shirt buttons undone
and his heart filled with hope.

In that split second
I saw me!
And walked away to continue writing
Chapter 24.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 12 days ago

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