Spit and Soar

A railway station corner. A man hunkered down.

Eyes closed. Hat on his head. Cobwebs, grime.

He hasn’t moved in seventeen years. Passed by, trod on.

In a trance, seeking nirvana, waiting long. Every easy answer lost.

The wait ends. Spiritual apotheosis. Soul trigger, leaves body.

The world wants instant karma. No one notices.

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4 responses to “Spit and Soar

  1. me likes it :)
    good one.

  2. That was deep man. . and true . . .Peace

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