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On The Road
On The Road
Jessa Young
The homeless man stumbled into town homeless man in any case. He was happy just to
with the snow. Feet bandaged with scraps of cloth, spread out his blanket on soft carpet in a bedroom
he shivered against doorways, hoarse voice begging away from wind and snow and sleep in peace,
for food – or just a warm place to stand. sending prayers of thanks up to the ceiling.
Winter is a hard season for a man on the They chased him out in the morning, the
road, when winds bite and shelter is hard to find. FREE houses free no more. He let them kick him
Two police officers, heroes of their city, chase him out, leaving his home in silence. He followed the
away from the businesses like a stray dog. They river through town, tears making cold, clean tracks
couldn’t remember winters on the road – “cowboys” down his grizzled face. It started to rain and he
huddled.
“Pass on through, boy.” They chide,
younger than he is, hands placed on gun holsters Passing children called out to him, “Troll man!
like an old man with bandaged feet is a threat. Troll man!” hurrying away before he could