stooped he scribbled it on a scrap of paper off his
knee so he would not forget
not memorable per se
but eminently curious
as he walked
up main street he came upon a Christian Science Church marquee
which read:
What God Directs
God Protects
and over the top
of the marquee, just beyond it, like a halo
was a bright
sign that read:
Star Struck Salon
and in a single
imperturbable
glance he read, top to bottom:
Star Struck
What God Directs
and in One
fell swoop
every vocal
Christian fundamentalist canker sore he had ever heard was aligned
and understood:
God was seriously funny
He had a wicked sense of black humor
Sunday Evening,
24 7. 11
