Poem #6

On an oddly warm night I was strolling down locust street on my way to buy a hoagie. When turning a corner I bumped into god. I knew it was him with absolute certainty. Overjoyed I grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. What an honor what a treat! to be with god himself, I hoped he'd never leave. And leave he did not he stayed and stayed, he treated me to his presence and we walked on to the park. Not even 5 minutes had passed, since our meeting when I spotted something shiny, and I raced off to see what I could possess, or what names could possess me. God was left alone, he chuckled and waved goodbye, He continued walking in the direction he always walks. Neil Schaaf