Sidewalk Nobody

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He’s Nobody —
a crumbling tower of yesterdays
held in a brown paper bag.
Scrounging for change,
back curved against stone,
Nobody sits in plain sight
unseen by blank-eyed passersby.
He doesn’t belong anywhere,
his footsteps lead nowhere,
his body is homeless
his mind wanders free.
Huddled under a blanket of shadows
Nobody is his own castle —
a chamber of weary bones
covered in skin, mottled-gray
and cracked, like the sidewalk.
Nobody —
a crumbling tower of yesterdays
inside a lonely old man.