Sandman
He stands there motionless.
Like in a movie.
In the middle of an empty street.
A street wet with rain that stopped just moments ago.
He stands there like a wet dog that's been beaten.
Looking up at me with such saddened eyes.
And matted hair.
There.
He stands damp and ugly.
Like a statue caught in the sandstorms.
Tears stream down his sullen unshaven face.
He just stood there unmoveable.
To this day he stands there alone.
Solid.
Sullen.
There.
