the shambly man
is bent inward into himself
his arms come to rest naturally
around his stomach
he’s hunched over
walks with his knees pointed in
the woman sweeping up
and the man behind the counter
are laughing
not at him, as you might worry
but with him
because he’s saying something funny
the shambly man
is driving a rust-red
Jeep Wagoneer
with buckets of ice in the back
like its owner
it has a few structural issues
also like its owner
it’s still moving
Published in Auburn My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry
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