he wore his hat
brim low
to keep his face
withdrawn
from the light
hidden
under a shadow
didn’t say much
in a voice
that sounded cracked
and dry
more a shape
than a man
drawing dark around him
like a cloak
filled
with nothing
no
he didn’t say much
but if you ever glimpsed
his eyes
you’d see a fire
just waiting to burn
and you’d need to
look away
quick
because he
is a fire
getting ready
to burn
~
Poem #442 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Frank Prem Poetry 
I’d stay away from that dude for sure. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Something not friendly about the character, Mark.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Better a fire waiting to burn than an explosion looking for a place to BOOM! 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Christine, I prefer to watch this character from afar, I think.
LikeLiked by 1 person