:: A Vagrant's Story ::

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."
~Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (85-88)

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:: Monday, August 30, 2004 ::

I wonder how many times a person, such as I,
has sat in that same seat.
How they pondered about whimsical fantasies
and grim reality;
to try to figure out the fine line between both.
All the while, staring out that window,
into that half grown palm tree, in which,
would have many more years of growth should
everything continue as it were;
into the intersection that swallows the view.

Cars pass by,
everyone in their own little world,
with deadlines and schedules.
The people walking by
in stupor,
for, such a day had to be as hot
as it were.

I wonder how many people sat there,
a drink in one hand;
a pair of lovers,
the seat behind,
with the palm tree oh so small;
unmoving.

Oh how nothing changes...

:: Kevin 6:45 PM [+] ::
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