The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking Part 11

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In truck stops and hamburger joints
in cadillac limousines
in the company of has-beens
and bent backs and sleeping forms
on pavement steps
in libraries and railway stations
in books and banks
in the pages of history
in suicidal calvary attacks
I recognize, myself , in every strangers eyesAnd in wheelchairs by monuments
under tubetrains and commuter accidents
in council care and county courts
at Easter fairs and seaside resorts
in drawing rooms and city morgues
in award-winning photographs
or life rafts on the China Sea
in transit camps, under arc lamps
on unloading ramps
in faces blurred by rubber-stamps
I recognize
Myself in every strangers eyesAnd now.... from where I stand, high on this hill,
that I plundered from the pool
I look around , I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
and I see signs of half-remembered days
I hear bells that chime, in strange, familar ways
I recognize
The hope you kindle, in your eyes