by Bogdan Dragos
from 07:30 in the morning and until
09:00 he stands by
the clothes store
and stares at his image in the gray window
He’s wearing a green suit
that now looks kinda brown and feels
in the same time
heavy with accumulated dirt
and light with missing patches
The people pass by him and look either
at their phones or away
At 09:30 he departs from the clothes store
and paces towards the
metro station
where he’ll spend the remainder of the day
playing the accordion for
uninterested ears
Still, some would toss
a coin or two in his hat. Out of mercy
or simply because they
were bothered by the change in their pockets
When the sun sets outside
he emerges from the underground
weighting his earning in one hand
He has a quick pace
despite never eating and never sleeping
The cotton candy stand is still open
and he buys one
Green
And he spends the rest of his night
outside town
in the cemetery
watching as the cotton candy melts
on top of the gravestone
that has his son’s name on it
(Bio: Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog at bogdandragos.com
He also has a book of poetry which can be purchased at Amazon or found in our Bookstore.
A father’s duty never ends. So much sorrow. Beautiful expression. 🙂
Thank you!
A sad character, and I feel that you’ve written a lot of depth for him in a small amount of space. A well-crafted poem to have a reader’s heart go out to the character.
Thank you, Dave ( o˘◡˘o)
If I can have the reader’s heart go out to the character, I feel like I’ve truly accomplished something with my words 🙂
Much appreciated!
Beautifully penned and so poignant.
Many thanks for checking it out, James
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