Among many things, he is heralded in his town as a menace,
the old codger,
feared by children younger than five,
judged as a derelict by the established wealthy,
tossed to time by a shattered family and home,
given to the woods,
eyed by the cops,
hushed, stopped, and asked to leave by sturdy librarians,
left to live,
neglected by physicians,
ignored by dentists.
anything but plain,
without any real pause,
filled forever with strangely calm moments of constant worry.
His existence left for the day as that of a traveler,
his existence for the night left as that of a nonsense analyst.