Poet: Exiled & Permanently Homeless
Poet: Exiled & Permanently Homeless
I find this fellow absolutely fascinating. No matter how cracked-up and bruised, he still manages to look so happy. The grapes of joy rather than wrath, his seeming permanent fate. For awhile, during a home rehab near the corner of 21st & Sanchez, he was tied to a tree. Then he was stolen. One Sunday morning I found some crackhead trying to fence him out at the Alemany Flea Market. I told the owner of the house that she might go the following Sunday and, possibly, still retrieve him. The homeowner showed no interest at all - something more like relief. Who knows where he has ended up. No doubt, I suspect, gone to one more variation on Dylan’s classic, “… like a rolling stone…places unknown…” Poets, you sometimes know.
