The marching man with dirty knees

28 Sep

As London wakes
You drink your breakfast
From an aluminium can
Another hungry sip
Adding to your already foggy mind
Your familiar morning haze
~
You with your dirty knees
And ripped jeans
Taking big
Intentional steps
A swerving stride
High legs
Marching man
~
Your scuffed hands
Are weaponless
But you are invincible
Marching into battle
Barking slurred orders
To invisible troops
~
An army of one
Striding across busy roads
To unheard beats
An unseen band
Marching man
~
Lifting your hand
A sharp salute
Honoring the invisible
A smirk on your face
Like a naughty child
~
Would you notice
If I stayed to march with you
For a while?
A few paces
In step
Your lonely battle cry
Heard
Saluting with you to the unseen
To the beat of the invisible band
~
I didn’t.
But the little part of me
That doesn’t care about intrigued stares
Regrets
That I let you march alone
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One Response to “The marching man with dirty knees”

  1. sunshineinlondon September 28, 2010 at 8:29 pm #

    Very beautiful. I’ve seen those marching men that you describe so well, and I love your heart for those souls overlooked and ignored.
    Sunshine

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