Hoodie by Gareth Culshaw

He hid under a hood
his face
caged in plastic.

Feet unwary, as if they
belonged to someone

else.

His eyes were metal detectors
looking for pennies

his hands ached to pick up
fag ends.
              People gingerly watched

like he was walking a tight
rope.

Fingernails held last week.
Tongue soaked in yeast.
Pockets empty of tomorrow.

He just walked with his face
in a plastic cage, keeping
the world away, in case

they saw who he was

Gareth lives in Wales. He is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something special with the pen.

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