The Skin Of Societal Life – Poem

The Skin Of Societal Life

Rolling cold bathes the street
(Forethoughtless, I’m scarfless);
White rides waves and crashes,
Washes slowly to skies.

His hometown water hole
Helps him hold both hands on
This conversation with
A tired half-minded man.

Strange, he wears well the skin
Of societal life
And seems to be blessed by
The smiles of all his friends.

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