Sitar Man by Fred Herbert

In the sad recesses
of his mind
the Sitar Man
sits and waits
patiently.

A long time
ago he was young
and so
will you be
and only once
and then,
maybe then, you will understand
what it means
to be waiting in the corner.




Swirling shadows
swim past his sallow
forehead
and when they find
the time to be right
they dive deep within
his eyes.

Those eyes,
long ago,
searched the streets
for mysterious angels
and now the Sitar Man
hides them behind
the caves he has discovered
and when you are old
then, maybe then,
you will understand
what it means
to be waiting in the corner.