Poem: As an Old Man Who Sleeps Standing Up

Dorothea Lange man leaning against vacant store

Photo credit: Dorothea Lange, Man leaning against vacant store

His eyes close

As if he prays

Corners of his mouth

Move as a young cat

Dreams of suckling

Does his faith send a

Request to his god

Or does he dream.

A tear falls from the

Outside corner

Lands on his collar

No—it’s sweat,

A drop from his hair.

Old man is like a babe

Resting in a crib

Constructed by days

Of hard labor

Hammered by nights

With jarred hooch

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