Day 80 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day doleful meaning: "
expressing sorrow; mournful."
The homeless man in Bourke street Bakery
He manifested from the mists of the concrete jungle
The shaman stood before the counter
Talisman in hand whistling pleasant
Melodies
He was beyond the pale
His tattoos were anachronistic
There was an earthiness to him
I avoided the intense earnestness
Of his gaze as it fell upon the room
He was staring in all directions his eyes were his skin
He bore proudly his talisman
His pillow over one shoulder
It was so light and mystically clean
He turned to the manager
The manager smiled doleful
And with an indulgent nod
The shamans eyes bloodshot
With incense and of pilgrimage and hardship and memory and kindness
"One more..."
"Not today." The manager replied terse, his skin was tight to his skull
Which seemed to ripple like the markings upon this musty shamen
Who then unshaken strode out
The bristles of his beard catching
In the wind twitching this way and that
And I watched with bowed head
And waited solemnly for a moment
Before I approached the counter.
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