molasses

I had opened the box of candy.  I saw this thin layer of plastic and it occurred to me I could use this literary device and he might never know.  Now you must know that he would know because he  was the one living the life being presented.  This might be the end of the list, which would be what he would prefer.  I must point out that the point here is to picture this short and true moment.  His friends may know, they may not, but truth has a way of rising to the surface anyway.

Molasses

silent he stood
no hood because the days warmth prevented extra layers
the naysayers of his youth bound and back a bit
He could sit there for hours.  He was content to be present
and he 'wonders' what it meant.
and prayers with upward cent
were sent. Stalwart in his custom
he would turn home, but the molasses held his feet.
A slight turn of the hooded head slowed all of time.
He was sure of a questioning face next to his.
circuits blown from the settling molasses, he had gaps.
He told me of his 30 second journey all evening
and woke me with more versions.
No cars. no others. no words.
alone with the hooded slight head turn.
and when eternity ended 30 seconds after,
Rafter minded, he departed that corner.
Tempted
                to be recklessly
                                          joyous.