 I looked upAt a bald, toothless gnome in swaddling clothesOn his way back to the fountain for more bad news.Something in his bowlegged walk--perhaps the wearyRoutine of it--made me think of the saint again,
The bald gnome was on his way back for more bad news.
The golden-haired gnome was returning for a second round of good news.
Homeless man wanders aimlessly around with no where to live.
A man is standing in the snow
There is a room.
People are carrying something that is or will be heavy.
girl lies on couch
There are boys at a fair.