An old black man sidles across the street
Black suit, white tie
Folded newspaper in his hand
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He swings his arm and fans the paper behind him
As he strut-swaggers
Rowing himself along
Leaving the scent of “Grey Flannel” in his wake
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Inside, I search for paper,
Trying to jot down a line
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I’m shocked from my reverie
By the face of the security guard
Who has paper and pen
But the line is gone
Victim to multi-colored braids
And a massive forehead scar
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I get in the elevator
The doors open before my floor
A tiny magenta-haired cleaning lady gets in
“Hola! Como esta?” I say
“I’m from Sheboygan,” she replies
About the Creator
Gene Lass
Gene Lass is a professional writer and editor, writing and editing numerous books of non-fiction, poetry, and fiction. Several have been Top 100 Amazon Best Sellers. His short story, “Fence Sitter” was nominated for Best of the Net 2020.
Comments (1)
😆 really like the ending! And the color-contrasting imagery brought it to life right from the beginning