An old blind man stood outside in the black of night.

He felt the tears of the world weigh down on him like a kamikaze storm of solitude.

He closes his pale eyes to an empty sky of nothingness.

He listens through a crowd of blank faces and voices.

A boy cries to his mother.

A woman laughs at the remark of another.

A dog sits and stares.

As though, a blessing from a vacant god above.

Fate lures him closer to the current of oncoming traffic.

Like a piece of bait beckoning the demise of a curious koi.

He takes a step into a river of beaming headlights and screaming acceleration.

[Scene.]



© Erik Duarte 2006

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