Remnants

pebbles exposed from the concrete bridge, where in the comer, near the top slept the young man forgotten dreams dripped from his cheek left alone to fight dreams abandoned by his grandfather nomad lad leaving nothing exposed to the weather, world crumbles as does the bridge he sleeps under

on the road lies a dead armadillo, an offering to the crows the dark night winds are his mentors solicited sonatas dances through the branches black asphalt paths trampled by the masses that lead nowhere

and in the crumbled pieces a remnant only seen by the lad left alone... abandoned for another he sees what others have forgotten in overgrown grass fields. ..mushroom expressions await his steps

and through the dark clouds a light, blue green rays escape from the east horizon beckons his attention

brushing his hair from his eyes he gathers his belongings and sets out upon his destined journeys