He doesn’t look bad for 300 years old.
His skin is a mottled gray/tan, somewhat between
Tyrannosaurus Rex-gray and Pterodactyl Sky/blue-gray...
What used to be blond hair is still mostly there,
silver blond-gray, like dishwater in the summer sun
if the sun ever comes out again in the wet winter of 2010.
In three weeks he’ll get it cut again
down at Barbarella’s Three Coins and Eight Swords
in the Fountain Shop on East H Street.
He walks with a wobble and his left knee aches
when he’s been up and down on a ladder all day,
but he tries to avoid some of that except on rainy days
when work still beats hunger and all those unpaid bills.
©Peter Bray 1/28/10 All rights reserved
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