The tapestry on the wall belongs
to the tired man crouching in the corner
by the two children of Anna and Leon
He wears a sad highway face that has come to him
through the years of drifting since the days
of mother and father left far behind
He holds in his cracked hands memories
of soft women on sweet-smelling sheets on beds
in towns long forgotten
of smoky bars with soulful guitar music
winding its way around strangers
with no place to go
In this house full of prattering and pattering
he lives apart from the man and woman
who live and love here
But back from the cloud of twenty years ago
he comes alone
and Anna and Leon take him in
He speaks when there is silence
speaks with eyes and collections of his life
It has been a long restlessness
but to everything there is an end
And this is his end
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