Christmas Morning

Photo by bones64. CC0/Public Domain license.

There was a sidewalk troubadour twelve-string in hand
He said, “Come hear me warm up my guitar man …”
A vagabond in rainbow poncho pushed a shopping cart
Decorated with garland, snowman and a sign that read,

“Happy Xmas, I’m homeless, please help.”

A red, white and blue wolf visible only to me,
Moved him down the street nipping at his heels.
A group jammin’ to a jazz trumpet and drum shouted,
“That guy’s a taco short of a combination plate!
Their laughter filled the sky… The full moon floated
like an empty plate– I wanted to walk into the wilderness
Find the place where heaven split apart and fell to earth…
I wanted the earth to open and swallow me up, but
the troubadour sang a song of three ships in a harbor
He sang, “And all the bells on earth did ring on Christmas day
in the morning…” An angel, audible only to me sang…
“And who will ring the bells for the poor on Christmas day

…. in the morning?

The singer was just warming up, he sang for me
He sang for the bum, Christmas morning

Monday night, December 15th.