His hair went this way and that
Unbound
Like choices made
Consequences excepted
In his clearly mixed
Pish-posh way of life.
He studied the surroundings
Returning to her
A final attempt
To purge the ghetto out of him
Away from him
Because someone got it in his mind
That other part of him
Was less-than.
Studying some more
He glanced my way
As they all eventually do;
Tried to look past me
But
Saw me
See him
And make the marks
To remember him
At this moment
In this place
Where I questioned
Only to seek answers
In the face of a stranger
Because I had no mirror.
Saw me
Unzipped his sideshow orange hoodie
Disappearing back into the tapestry
Of this ever-moving place.
©2011cchristopherbess
