The mystery tramp
glides down the mountain side
herbs and amulets adorn his
being
he comes to the gates of the town
bows courteously and is granted entry
as he glows
making his way to the crowded market
magic is swirling around his aura
a loaf of bread, a jug of wine
crust and grape
taste good this morning
a woman selling scarves
of a bright purple hue
a man juggling some duck pins
while young boys look on in awe
he puts his hand up his sleeve
and brings out a gleaming sword
thrice he circles it around his head
and there appears a vision
I want to be in the Wow

the apache kid