• Gary Hunter

Feeding the Poemless (a true Spanish story) Aug. 23, 2021

Marco steps from the forest

twigs hitched to his

long brown overcoat

two filthy towels spill

from his backpack folded

white paper jams a pocket


He walks the two lanes

four miles to Santiago de Compostela

to do his weekend business


and knows the more color and

reach to his poems the more

eyes will dance over the words and

the nicer the dinner he’ll enjoy


on days his words lay gray

and crippled the tourists don’t

gather and he dines free

trash side


in either case

loneliness pulls up a chair

and they share

whatever the day delivers

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