A homeless man
Sitting in the train station,
Peeling off his layers one by one.
Unzipping each coat and peering with true wide-eyed fascination,
Bordering on shock, beneath the fabric, underneath.
As if unknowing what might be there,
Unexpecting of what was.
The layers of clothing
Covering rough, dry skin.
All/each surprising, new.
Continue to unzip, uncover, peer out
At the shifting, spinning world with a largely astonished gaze.
"Never know what you might find," he chuckles downward to himself.