Saturday, December 22, 2007


There was once a man

who filed his papers away,

unfolded his overcoat,

got out his gloves,

and followed a favorite road.

It didn’t go anywhere special,

which is why it was special to him.

His steps in the snow

were like songs,

and the swinging of his arms

was graceful and pleasing to see.

It is said that sunshine

covered his coat,

and that music was made

by the motions of his legs.

People who saw him

say he was shining as he passed.

The road disappeared in the distance,

and so did he.

All that was left, they say,

was a light you could use

to see by.

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