Stray dog barks at road
Not just any vagabond
Children run to look
Patches on tatters
Holes through dusty shoes and hat
Walletless pockets
At the edge of town
Lawmen watching his approach
Might just have some fun
Did you hope to pass
Without giving up some gold
This here's a toll road
Empty palms up shrug
Silent universal sign
Mute baffled and broke
Show us some I D
Any kind of credential
Utility bill
A scrap of paper
Turned to lace at the creases
Kept under his hat
Like a stinking fish
The two deputies watch him
One grins other frowns
Hey wait a minute
Don't I know you from somewhere
Famous for something
Crowd gathered like clouds
Spatters of recognition
Fall on hunched shoulders
Whispered names thunder
Shower of accusations
Lightning in his eyes
Rogue preacher wizard
Winds of change at his command
Simply vanishes
A gasp from the mob
Read the paper that he left
"Will haiku for food"
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