He squats in the rain
at the Albertson's,
holding his cardboard sign
Help Me God Bless You.
A toothless grin framed
by a rough pepper beard.
I drive away and wonder
how much faith it must take
to ask God to bless us
with our groceries, our cars,
our warm jackets.
St. Peter will wave him in.
All the ones with their signs.

His Bobness

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