The Trivial Wanderer

I saw him first at
the intersection,
wondering which way to roam,

A strange little man
with a trav’ler’s pack,
wistfully looking for home.

His clothes were faded
and his feet were bare
and his eyes were bright sky-blue.

When he caught my stare
he called out to me-
“Lad, I’ve a question for you:

Do you know where the
giants are lying,
in their tombs of ruined earth?

Or whence the singing
Sirens have vanish’d
in search of their final berth?

Tell me, o, tell me,
if you have heard it,
the fate of the fey folk fair!

So that I may go,
wand’ring and pond’ring
and seeking to find them there.”


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