February 6, 2015

The Drifter by William Cullen Jr.

One set of footprints
across a snowy field
disappears into the setting sun
as if the stripped scarecrow
didn’t miss his clothes
by giving them up to some stranger
revealing underneath 
just a wooden cross
with no footprints to show
the way he went.

William Cullen, Jr., is a veteran and works at a social services non-profit in Brooklyn, NY. His poetry has appeared in Canary, Christian Science Monitor, Gulf Stream, Right Hand Pointing, Spillway and Word Riot.

1 comment:

  1. This is so great for its clever implications as well as its diction. I wish I'd written that!

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