The smiling man who blabbers!

a free verse on that man i meet in the park, every day

Photo by Fabrizio Azzarri on Unsplash

my eyes were perched on that man,
that homeless man who i see every single day,
rapidly motioning in the park, a friendly face,
waiting for you to smile back, and then wave,
and keep walking, walking,
blabbering something, continuously,
in a language i do not know, his footsteps, caressing,
those penrose stairs and i…