Life's Intersection

Sitting on the curb
In front of the 7-11,
Yellowed white hair
And Santa Claus beard.
Wise azure eyes,
Whose gaze takes in every detail,
Set in a deeply wrinkled face.
Smoking a cigar
While watching the trucks go by.
Brown-banded watch keeping the time
While feet clad in brown work boots
Placidly wait.
Belongings packed in a trash bag
And an old duffel bag.
Worn green baseball cap
Resting upon his head,
Shading those alert azure eyes
Watching as life passes him by.
Waiting for something
Or someone unknown.