The Old Man / Ernie LoBue

One of the most mercifully angelic
things I have seen since
being here
was an old black man
when I was skateboarding in front
of a one-story building
with aluminum siding--

The man walked alongside the building,
with his knuckles,
a soft metal clang,
he sang,
'Today, Charlie, today, good evening!'
over and over again

An old hippie came to the door,
fat and shirtless, and gave
the old man
a small plastic tube--

Then the old man
walked slowly back,
his gait the smoothest stagger
you have ever seen,
and     across the street
he descended out of sight
into the park.

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