Driving down hill
we see him trekking up
one crusty bare foot
behind the other.
Hair matted
clothes tattered
faced ribbed and edgy
from waging the battle
against destiny,
he pushes hard.
He treads backwards
over hot tar and pebbles
dust and mud
ignoring stares
as he unwilling
to face the future
keep it at bay
one scabby step at a time.
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