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Randolph Stop South β€” Jonathan Michael Johnson

He walked up to me,

this man on the El’,

a stranger,

and said the Lord asked him to bless me.

His suit was gray,

And his tie was…

I don’t recall.

The essence of caramel tinged his skin,

and his eyes,

a feast of lime, maize, blueberry,

intensified as he spoke β€”

enticed by…

what?

A tired sigh,

empty stare?

I can’t remember being hungry.

I don’t believe in angels.

I do not worship gods.

But on that morning,

with the scent of sweet, molten gold

rising from the quaking ground,

I tasted faith.

Β© 2016

 

 

 

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