From time to time in plain clothes
a man who goes everywhere in a placid mood
for his living.
Still he could not find a pinnacle.
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Excellent imagery in this small word portrait.You are in tune with sadness. Sandra
I agree with Denis about the perishable wallet. Some are born to accumulate wealth, others not in a million years. I love the way you communicate with the reader in such a subtle way. I enjoyed this poem. love, Alison
'His wallet has a disease called ' perishable'. What a brilliant line my friend. This piece is again different from your style. You seem to be moving away from playing with words to allowing a greater level of transparency in your work. This is a wonderful piece. One thing that will not change is the Aesopian way of your narratives.
Dig deep the wealth may lay in the small change Love Duncan x