The piece below is to be published in the upcoming edition of US 1 Worksheets. Its a good poetry journal that has poems which are not hard to figure out. It comes out once a year. Look it up, maybe you'll want to subscribe. My best wishes (fingers crossed) for a new year with some more compassion and joy in it.
I watch you strumming down my street
inside my leafy suburb.
You are not from here
a grizzled troubadour
ponytail, scrubby, rutted skin
signs of life lived poorly elsewhere.
You sing about your journey
even as I pass you on my street.
Underneath my notice
comes in the leisure of your drawl
Lend a hand my friend…
Help me to my next horizon …
I keep heading for a next appointment
wonder where you’re going.
Next morning there’s your music
languid looping through my leafy suburb head
worming deep inside
I feel the soft and sing song way
you stroll and plead
like someone born to be seductive.