Octavis.

Strong, dark brown legs
speaking to the floors;
his shadow crosses my
room at the quarter
of each hour.

They say
restless leg syndrome...

They say
he walks with his mouth too...

I passed him for the
first time yesterday,
and he nodded at me
like a gentleman
tipping his hat to a
lady
daydreaming
in the park.

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Written 9/28/14 @ 10 PM
About a man who I met this weekend.... I didn't know much of his story, but we ended up playing cards together and he would always be polite, though we were basically strangers just staying in the same area.