Silent Dialogue
His nails are black claws
His smoking hand is highlighted
by sickly-yellow nicotine stains
The mesh of his beard
hides his dirty shirt
His gimme cap hides
his ancient, sun-ruined eyes
Like a Zen master
he sits so still passers-by wonder
if the old gent is still alive
A small rag of cardboard is printed
in red with one solitary word
“HOMELESS”
Next to it is cup for coins
Thieves after his bounty find
themselves caught tight
by a snake-quick hand
No frills, no sob story, no words…
just the cup of coins hoping to fill
a compelling work…good visuals