his name stares at me
from the bumper of the car
in front of me in traffic
a little known savior
to my life this time around
whose sandals were
that of a god's in the
many steps he took
his life too short
so full of many and
many more he never
met this time around
in the red light
his name stares at me
to remind me
it's not written on
any stagnant
moss-collecting stone
but instead speeds by
at seventy five
to remind me his
body doesn't lay
in the cold wet earth
but instead walks on
the Pacific and beyond
to remind me his
heart doesn't rest
but marches to its own
infectious rhythm
as it did and
always will do
his name stares at me
and this time around
I look into the eyes
of a savior I never knew
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