He
spoke with you this morning about
finding another job. He
was snuffing out stars
while you talked, taking
someone’s baby home
and helping to track down
terrorists.
He told you to start
selling real estate
and you laughed because
for a second,
you thought he was
serious.
When you reminded him
that
you’re no salesman. He
laughed
that you almost fell for
it.
Then he opened up your
Bible
to the page where he
watches sparrows.
As he flipped the pages,
he was
sending an earthquake to
level
low income housing,
trying to get Pluto
removed from the list of
planets,
planting an addendum to
the Book of Revelations
in a cave near the Dead Sea ,
and other things, he
wouldn’t specify.
You sighed in relief that
he
could be so many places
at once.
-Brent Allard
Your poetry is so incredible Brent. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Emm! It's always nice to see you here. Glad you enjoyed the poem!
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