Salted, leathery skin
With a scratch and dent smile.
Devilishly angelic
Muse, perhaps…
Reluctantly tells stories of
Time, space, philosophical connections between
Rising breath and dusty shoe soles
Separated by miniscule energy force on a quantum level.
Scraggly grey whiskers dancing with the golden dangling hoop
Almost hidden under the raindrop splattered sou'wester.
Mercurial and murky eyes glancing seaward,
Prancing back as twinkling aurora borealis orbs.
Myriad of passersby are
Undaunted by either side of the looking glass.
Trading a few shekels for a tale and a draught,
Handing out a laser tattooed memory and
Eternity on scroll.
I think *I have met this fellow...he used to hang out near the place where the water met the flames. It was at the end of our street - where the lake boiled.
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