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"Be That Way! Walk On"
yelled the beautiful artist
sitting on the front step
of her 3 story apartment.
Someone else would have run.
she looked for his thin body
leaning against brick walls-,
saw the sway of his gold scarf,
as he crossed cobble stone streets.
She layed a blanket in the hall.
Like a stray dog he slept there.
In the early dawn,outside her door,
she heard departing footsteps--
the squeek of a door, and
to the ouside world he left.
Howeling like an alley wolf to her,
she once howeled back to the night.
At times they shared angry philosophy
and she longed to embrace his insanity.
One day, like a passing storm,
his smell and feel were gone.
His shadow stayed and whispered, and,
She wondered if one day, watching her,
he would send his ear in a box.