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The Invisible Man
There was a large handwritten sign ‘Invisible man – naked and destitute’ I could see where he was standing he was wearing shoes naked except for his shoes. In front of him was a cardboard box. It was almost full. not only with coins but also an apple, a woolly hat, a sandwich, a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee! The rest could wait, but the coffee was slowly cooling. Perhaps he’d fallen asleep. I stretched out a hand to wake him but it met no flesh. How strange. It must be that he was only there in spirit. Do spirits drink coffee?
I shall soon find out.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.
Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
