The traveler strode in worn out shoes.
Clothing colored tan and brown
from the filth
permanently attached to the fabric.
His worldly possessions
carried in plastic grocery bags
repossessed from store recycling bins.
His shower falling from the sky
is not enough to keep grime at bay.
I wonder what his childhood dreams are thinking.
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