strange behavior
i stopped at a crossing
dressed in rags and two old socks
a herd of cattle were chewing grass
drinking water
i sat down
by their sides
and i drank
in turn
from the river
and i
laughed
/
maybe, this was strange behavior
i am sure
that the ones
who passed me by
thought the same
but i didn’t care
i didn’t care
i was free
born
/
again
Author’s note: This standalone poem is also part of a poetry collection that forms a short story, named ‘Love, Death’ — you can read the collection in ascending order on Medium.
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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