POEM
The Man With The Black Leather Cap
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1 min readMay 27, 2019
All eyes are on the man
with the black leather cap —
in worn ankle shoes,
lacking Niko’s shine,
he shuffles to his spot.
He removes his blazer
adjusts it on his chair.
He opens his satchel
as if he has something to declare.
He settles to read the paper
folding pages,
looking around
I’m certain he catches me
trying to poke under his cap.
Unruly brows of wisdom whorls,
sagacity in tanish fingernails,
double chin of gumption,
and wrinkles of moxie trails.
He’s lived four lives to mine.
He looks at me for the future
I see him for the past —
Neither wants to go first
and find what’s ahead.
Mauricio Matiz 2019
