"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



I sat at a table today  next to the  Early Instrument Collection

intrigued by the 18th C  leather-bound serpent-horns   But

more so by a threadbare  smallish man    Big shoes  bigger

than his feet   Well kept dishevelment  likely frayed since birth


His not unkind eyes settled on mine    He said: My sister’s husband

beats her every night   Geyser tears shooting out  hit my nose & chin

Too smitten to wipe them  I smiled doe-like in the mist   He said:

Miss  I am Johnny Presbyterian  & I believe we all start as miracles and

end up changing tires    I couldn’t disagree with him


I said:  Johnny if I make something beautiful  will you think it’s beautiful

too?   He handed me one of his boat-like shoes   Take it Miss fer when

begging bowls grow scarce   and lame dogs walk on water




Late Fall  2013



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  1. Illinois Atkins on said:

    What would Johnny Calvin say?

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