I saw an old man on rollerblades today
I saw an old man on rollerblades today
Tall and gangly and swinging freely…
Rhythms smooth like the sway of an evening tide…
Face sculptured…a gentle shape…
The art of living…
Eyes…
Hmmmmmm
Connected…
Some distant realm…
Tiny back pack…flat…light…
A profile of peace…
Trapped in clutter of suburbia traffic…
Heading the opposite way…
Waiting for lights to change…
I had time to notice…
All too quickly…the image swept by…
Moving right along…
He left me to wait for the lights to change…
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Beautiful
I love this poem especially adding sound into it. It makes the poem more realistic (rather not it is your intention, that is what I see).