he stands
on the corner
of the city street,
smack dab in the midst
of the Monday morning
commuter rush

cowboy hat,
mini lasso and American flag

campaign signs
affixed to his American
made car, nailed to a wooden
cross

he’s making
a grassroots run for
President, espousing the
word of God as if
he’s the messenger
sent to heal

I stand blurry eyed
at the lights, waiting to
cross, knowing coffee is
just a red light away

avoiding eye contact,
I know it’s only a matter
of time before he decides
I’m a captive audience

he says, “This is a day
the Lord has wrought. Go forth
and greet it with gladness.”

“Maybe once I wake up.”

the light turns red
and off I go

he’ll be there
again tomorrow

pretty darn good!

smiling with my second cup

Stella

Real good 'un, Pamme.

milner

ah, the amazing world of the grandiose mind!----so sad and amusing at the same time...

michael

Really nicely described!

Rick

Rick, Michael, Milner, StellaR and John,
Thanks for stopping by for the read. Your kind words are much appreciated.

Pamme