Encounter With Superman
Big John Gunn,
one syllable man
whose eyes
refuse to elaborate
on the sky,
tells me how much
real honesty costs.
It's not the cheap
self serving stuff,
not the insider stuff,
he says, big feet
crushing the clay.
Honesty counts
when it costs me,
says big John Gunn, the
one syllable man.
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