mom kept saying he’s so strange
a beardless man with hanging chain
in ear a hairy pimple on a shin
six scars on back as if
released from maws of bear or dragon
moss in his breath
hair not resembling ones of a person
who likes all things clear
as a day averted gaze
from his blank eyes
only a half-smile while
muttering that man is sick
with sound of dry leaves
to some reminding pouring gravel
a rippling or even birds
in sky the man’s baffling words
were carried away by wind
yet the mother daughter
liked his bracelet at night
sparkling with crumbs of fire
with his woven in hair
warming in winter