Corner of Fifth and Nowhere
Ragman stands on the street
Waving wool knit, fingerless paws at the sky
Candy store kids run by
They can feel the smae place he does
A little niche of oblivion with their nametags
Everyone stops to look at me
Glorious God
Only these few turn
Only these few notice
The drivers drive
Shopowners shopown
Then even the small group returns to their activities
Forgetting their moment
Continue my walk
Marvelling at each and every one of them
Sprung from my fingertips
I whisper wind in their ear
Run a chill of joy down their spine
And on the 7th day I rested