There is a man
who still pumps gas
at the station
on the state highway
because he is
old school
and wears khaki
pants and a white shirt,
goes to church
and mows a widow’s lawn.
He has no
keyboard to talk to planet Earth.
He believes in
service and rectitude
and sending
people on their way,
their final
destinations a mystery
he has decided
he can live with
since even the
stars at night
decline to
explain in a language he can understand
why people move
about the way they do,
the why of their
wanderings, or of heaven.
~William Hammett
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