He strides in staggering rhythm
Wearing the frayed uniform of the street battallion.
He is an army of one,
Nobly battling sleep and hunger
To prolong the march
Forging onward to nowhere.
To the world, he appears aimless
But he walks with purpose,
Harboring the secret of his mission,
Coming ever closer to discovering
The one truth that will set him free -
Alone is not always lonely
And loneliness can live in a street filled with people.


©1997 Gail Von Schlichting



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