Portage

You must know, dear
Reader, in this
Town he was an odd man.
His habit, long since formed
Yet still managed notably not well,
Found him holding onto as
Much as he could when he
Left his house each day.
The neighbors, having shut
Their blinds to both inquiry
And understanding, chuckled in
Near-derisive amusement
As the man would clumsily
Make his way along the
Sidewalk towards the bus
Stop at the end of the street
While wearing his
Emotions like a summer rainstorm,
Unable to keep them from
Pouring and dripping along
The walkway like despair which
Follows behind a lonely soul.

Original concept
15 December 2006

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