Three Line Lunch: Bleak LA #2

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 34

Bleak LA #2

Driving on Vermont I see a man lying on pavement next to bus bench, boots off curb;
White beard, red face, hand in pocket — no, down pants front, moving, but idly,
Lacking rhythm or faith, as if he’s completely alone and always will be.