Listening to him beat out his life on a weather beaten banjo
Those tram line features on a weather beaten face
That dishevelled state of clothing
Hanging on a clothes hanger frame
The banjo case lying open at his feet worse for wear
Where had he come from?
Did he leave family behind?
Could his life have been more intolerable than this?
Would he want us to intrude into his way of life?
Would he accept assistance?
Food parcel or cash?
If he hid the brown paper bag from sight would he benefit more?
Does he have a place to live?
Is it under a bridge, in a doorway?
All these questions left unanswered
As we stepped a further two feet away from his standing position.
© Chris Black. April 2018