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

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