The Little Man

Thu, 01/02/2014 - 00:58 -- jessix

The little man with the tangled beard

sits

huddled

in an olive green jacket

dust and snow caught in the wrinkles

 

A stained sheet draped around cold shoulders

edges

shredded to

threads that shudder at the wind

when the cotton swells to form wings

 

His eyes are glass behind the smoke of his breath

I

blink

Mom yanks my arm

and I let the snow blind me.

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