The Traveler

The Traveler

Confused and hungry
he steps out the door,
doesn’t know where
he’s going yet
but he’s hell-bent
on getting there

His eyes are red
but he sees
only in technicolor, sees
the black man blue
the white girl red
the yellow boy purple

He claws his way
tooth and nail and tongue
through the streets
among the urchins
all the way to the 7/11
two blocks uptown

for a pint of ice cream
a bag of bugles
a rainbow flavored slurpie,
and perhaps, 
even a rare shred
of happiness


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