in the same shirt, jeans, shoes
his hair long, hands pocketed
eyes down, or askance
he walks
every day
every season
every weather condition
the same route
along Caldwell
Midway
41A
into Monteagle
(and beyond?)
and then back again
I do not know
his name
his home
or homelessness
but I do know
his strength
his compulsion
his courage
never have I seen
him stop
carry anything
seek assistance
take cover
sit
lie down
surrender
as I might
tired
wet
cold
hungry
desperate
he simply
puts one foot
in front of the other
who's to say
he isn't
happy
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