Wanderers


All those lost people wandering the streets,
perambulating among the purposeful passers by.
Loose souls, dreaming products
waiting to be fixed in frames,
or pencilled in,
placed on a page, or stage,
stabilised,
finished by my hand.
Finished off.

They are the products of my day or night dreams.
They don’t draw glances from the others
even though they are a little strange.

Even though, they are not quite right.
Eccentric beings who don’t quite belong
here 

wandering,
perhaps falling,
tumbling, 

waving their arms,
or wings.
And the others pass by
purposefully,
oblivious.


Sometimes though,
they may inhabit the others,
briefly take over the passers by,
the purposeful ones


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