The vagrant came his voice carried by the wind
over the tropical hedges we saw the boy anxious and thin
The group of people inside hid in a shame nonchalant
speculating about the misfortune of the vagrant
He sought relief from the high winds
the flying debris that leapt up to sing
hitting anyone exposed on the streets
He yelled until his voice depleted
His head and black hair rose over the leaves
His eyes looked into the yard as if to retrieve
they were panic stricken filled with naivety
he started looking for a way through the hedge
We locked the door secured under with a wedge
Hid below the window frames in silent dread
He managed the hedge with minimum injury
Just to fall in the moat around the periphery
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