Hitch by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

You level your thumb and no one stops,
not even the creeps that would enjoy a single soft snippet
of your hair to sleep with
and it is raining, early November according to
the calendars of this land,
you have packed light, abandoned most of your limited belongings
because you are not a camel caravan,
traversing ancient deserts in search on new trade routes;
you are just a man, still young enough in the face and hands
to remind others of their own youth,
but with a protruding gut that was not there
only a few years previous,
and you hold a single red backpack over your head
trying to stay dry,
turn and level your thumb again many times;
the cars not even slowing on their way
to further pavement.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan Black & White

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a happily unmarried proud father of none. His work can be found both in print and online. He has an affinity for dragonflies, discount tequila, and all things sarcastic.


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