Vagabond

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His life contained in the four rust-covered walls of a cart,
migratory rooms of torn warped plastic and soggy corrugated paper.

Dares not take the
the transient walls of his life to permanent shelter
relying instead on the grace
of concrete buttresses to envelope him as he sleeps.

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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