he wears a gray suitthick-rimmed glassesblack hair carefully combeda stern lookhiding a smile that could open a bookand a voice searedwith good he’s in trouble with the crowdback against the door, newspaper in his hands,he won’t leavetill he’s sure the light bulb betrays himpeers dimlyover pagesso you knowhis mind is distant,heart present,life persistent he was […]
