the place

 
waking up
in a field by the highway
with no recollection
how he got there
he started walking
in the mid-day sun

till he reached the town
a ghost town
not a soul to be found

till he reached a street
where lay some old men
and women
worn and torn attires
long untended hair
idling by the pavement

he joined in
no words spoken
only inquisitive gazes

a strange towm
a strange place
where a stranger
is not a stranger.

they all had
a story to tell
and none
from or of the place

poets.