Matters of Facts – A Poem

Matters of Facts

When everything around you
sold to the highest bidder
changes heart and soul
of person and place
and you see him wear a gas mask
to blow the fallen leaves
from that last remaining
open space
of his,
for miles beyond your tiny world
it suddenly matters
that he’s eccentric enough
not to care
who cares.

Ellespeth

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