stranger

STRANGER

He reminded me of an old book,
yellowed and tattered around the edges.
Familiarity embracing one
like a summer breeze
through an open window.

Sitting in the broken seat by the hearth
rekindling my memories
as he spoke of his life.
His voice like worn pavement
full of ruts and potholes.

Faced with plenty of trials;
still filled with a sense of satisfaction.
Able to find the hidden treasure
among the musty pages.
He tasted life and savored it.

His manners reminiscent
of another time
Filled with boyish passion
and unbridled innocence.
Just a hungry traveler
yet more.

1993

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