Obituary for a Tramp

This tramp like a tree
lay sidewalk rooted
shadowing ancient stairs,
swinging naked at the frayed dusk,
snowed in, silent, surrendering.

His roots begged the earth
but concrete does not yield
to bent pale requests.
He drank rain, toppled awkward.
His bark became a newspaper bed.




About the Author:
Robert McParland writes fiction, plays, songs, and teaches English. He is the author of Charles Dickens's American Audience and is a performing musician.