Twilight
Three men came to my door
Asking “who was Jesus?”
They appeared thirsty
Like drunks in Finland
I didn’t let them in
The little dog wouldn’t have it
(In matters theological
Its good to have a dog)
Anyway one had to laugh
Even Christ couldn’t answer
Poor men
Transactional ghosts
They turned and walked away
Across my darkening lawn
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
