- a knight errant
- stands in the pouring rain
- his armor a heavy scavenged coat
- fingerless gloves for gauntlets
- helmet made of bandana and beanie
//
- no sword hangs at his side
- he is done, tired, of fighting
- of war
- against the elements, against the rulers, against the burning, consuming fight in his own soul
- time moves
- and he doesn’t
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- people, the normal ones, can tell he is a relic
- they don’t even look at him as something lesser
- they don’t even look at him
//
- the one that does
- the knight errant stops
- gestures to his cardboard bed
- and asks for a little change
//
- perhaps in another era
- the kid would have made a fine warrior
- but the time of fighting is over
- they have lost
//
- in the kids own heart blazes a sympathetic flame, exacerbated by contrast of the cold wind
- he is always stopped by these knight errants
- they can tell, subconsciously.
jan 7 2019 ∞
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