He carries a cross
blessing the world
as he wanders his usual route.
You will never hear the same story
about him, twice.
No one really knows.
An opposite route
another walks
waving and smiling
to each and every car.
Everyone knows them
as the fruitloops
who inhabit winslow, Maine.
Tagged as homeless crack addicts
and passed by.
I smile
wishing i could have something to believe in
a break from all the whispers
that never seem to escape small towns.
maybe we're the crazy ones
too busy with scandal
to notice the smile
planted in every wave.
A contest entry
- Represent Your Town by 2lullabyhaven.
675 points, ended May 20, 2008, 29 entries
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Comments
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hahaha very imaginatively written thanks for your entry lol
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