Treasure Island

oskar hansen


educated stranger


The Educated Stranger

His dark eyes no longer smile, always well dressed,
he walks rapidly through town; speaks to people
but only briefly, and mostly about the weather.
Often he disappears for weeks, drives from town
to town it is as he is looking for something that he
will only know what is when he finds it.
His family, travelling folks, a close knit society he
accidently broke out of when he was persuaded
to seek higher education, he became different.
Travelers journey and he saw his people disappear
In a haze of road dust. A natural business flair,
he made money so he could retire early, and live in
a big house. His eyes scan the horizon, looking for
the irretrievable.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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  • Lucy L (7/20/2010 11:16:00 AM)

    A very interesting and well written piece, I think we all know of someone a like that. (Report) Reply

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