he shuns the…
ivory tower and the fields,
the kitchens and the garage,
he sits in a cube of his own design,
chewing on a mouthful of marbles.
“mom, how old were you when you realized you weren’t immortal?”
do not judge lest you be judged,
advice ignored,
poverty knocks on mr. robin’s door,
but its safe for now because he is on the move.
