Everyone Walks the Street
listen to this poem
Thank you for the comment about my body being
. . .taut yet slender, was it? No one’s ever put it
quite that way before.
I might have kissed
back if I hadn’t seen it.
The cross stands
clear in my mind, the way it rose from the crowd, people
forced to go around, perhaps not hearing the black
man offering Jesus on little booklets.
He and I shook hands. He and I leaned in and I said Amen Brother.