Bike Courier Chronicles - the Archdiocese
A little man for such a big title.
Rosy cheeks flushing the blue of his eyes like birds from a bush;
Charisma came to mind as his eyes met mine.
He was the big guy I could tell
By the stiffness of everyone else
In the straight faced entourage
Seeing right through me.
His Holiness...
Or humbleness
Perhaps gave this guy his clout.
2/6/2020
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2020
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