(a sodden and soggy haiku)
rain upon rain, falls
the desultory drizzle
wets my shabby soul
Can't quite place the face. Sipping my coffee, I watch him board the eastbound train. Maybe from the old neighborhood? He looks weathered now though, with silver in his beard.
Unfettered. Unbounded. Rid of disgrace, fear, and dread. Blood-bought access to the throne of Grace.