Evening Observation By the Quad

He stands on a stone bench near the bookstore,
Bible in one hand.
The other, outstretched, beckons the passing students.

“He died for your sins!”

They walk around him.

“When was the last time you considered in your heart…”

The 6 o’clock chimes drown him out as a young woman
taps past, her white cane skirting the bench.

“Won’t you listen to me? Won’t you hear?”

Four girls sit on the bench at his feet. He smiles at them.

“Will you humble yourselves, or will you go to oblivion?”

The girls stand. One glances up at him, speaks.
“Oblivion Newton John–isn’t she a singer?”

Smile frozen, he turns away,
steps off the bench.
Disappears into the passing crowd.

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6 Comments on “Evening Observation By the Quad”

  1. EllaDee Says:

    This is a good poem… it ignited my urge to rant but I’m going resist temptation, kick my soap box out of reach and just comment to say that.


  2. Love this slice of life, the humor and darkness. Bravo!

  3. indytony Says:

    This is a good observational poem. You depict both the persistence of the evangelistic and the oblivious sarcasm of the girl quite well.

    Nicely done.


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