Wanderer... Poem by John Tansey

Wanderer...



From room to room
with just toothbrush and picture frame,
like a traveling, door to door, salesman
who, in going everywhere,
belongs nowhere!

I, too, am homeless, a nomadic Bedouin
without hearth, child or woman’s breast
to warm my heart by,
impart life’s wounded wisdom to,
nor rest my weary head against…

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John Tansey

John Tansey

Bronx, New York
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