Who is this Man? II

Who is this Man? II

Who is this man who sleeps into sunshine,

has sunglasses on to circumvent light,

tears through the night, dances ‘til dawn,

high on the moon,

slumps on park benches,

at noon, toes pigeons at his feet,

chooses to eat crumbs from the street, with them

on yellow lines.

Who is this man – Him,

he who sings, makes rhymes,

paws guitar strings ~ leaps through tiger rings,

takes things from store front windows,

packs them back to vacant rooms,

in the ghetto.

Who is this man who does not care,

like air, brushes wind through your hair,

groping,

hoping someday you will feel him there,

chancing you might see him there,

dancing,

dancing,

dancing at night,

has sunglasses on to circumvent light,

sleeps into sunshine,

chooses to eat crumbs from yellow lines,

with pigeons.

Who is this man?

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