The one legged man and others

Standing on the side of the road , today , everyday, was a one legged man.
Others in haste receded the one legged man.

Others still passing by , Sun went down , today , everyday;
The one legged man disappeared.

The one legged man ,wearing colorless loin cloths, was standing crooked.
Pained?
Cannot run and cannot hide against the dark dust storm coming to sweep everything away.
Feared?
Cannot sleep and cannot speak , his arm had no charity.
Death?

Perhaps he is living like all the others who crossed this road in the morning.

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Anonymous said…

Ooh la la!

April 9, 2025 at 12:50 PM

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