Gilbert
By narcissa
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 772 reads
He walks with a certain swagger
Inspired by toe points, heel clicks
Another leaf flutters in the wind
He catches it and makes a wish
Thinking he is invisible
He whistles
Thinking about whistling tunelessly
And tries but doesn't understand
Watching the world go by on all four feet
Stretching underneath a bench for a penny
Flicking dust from his jacket
Into the rose bush
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