Yellow Satisfaction

He pushed a rusted and squeaky buggy filled with burden and broken dreams salvaged from a burn victims unit...
Was standing 'neath rain bursts and hovering above pitter pattering on plastic bag coverings...
She saw him through red light clamor and early morning impatience...
He was dwelling amidst noise and placidity.
A folded paper clipped bag of barbeque potato chips dangled from his back pocket making awkward and staccato rumblings in sync and discord with loose thread on tattered jean pockets and an ailing shirt hem.
His steps were restless and stoically uncalculated.
Breath, lax and lazy
Pupils pierced through passing vehicles and dared its occupants to question his humanness...
His brow broke raindrop’s fall.
Danced around frayed shoelaces and broken bottles.
He swore never to become weary or fragmented...Even though the inside of his cheeks kissed
And ribcage coiled and clung to vertebra.
For all he knew, this could be heaven...wrapped in cellophane and last week’s molded bread covering dry turkey breast and a mustard dollop.
He reveled in rainstorm
And found satiety through her green light smile.