pocket jesus
i wandered the open market
looking for nothing in particular
when a young girl motioned me
from a little blue booth
she held out her hand
some sort of oval silver coin
placed on her palm
what is it i asked
it is yours she said
no it’s not mine i said
i’ve never seen this before
please take it she said
i want you to have it
i lifted the oval silver coin from her palm
and held it between my thumb and forefinger
with my other hand i reached into my shirt pocket
for my reading glasses
it’s a pocket jesus she said
yes i see that now i said
how much do you want for it
it’s priceless she said
as i left the open market
i could hear my pocket jesus
mingling with my american presidents
and i imagined what a lovely scheme
they must be cooking
to finish me off dead broke
but unafraid
march two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
hard to poem and politic…you did well.
thank you – i appreciate that
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Wow – John! I really like this so much – love the lines from ‘i lifted the oval silver coin… to… ‘it’s priceless she said’ – such a great scene. K
I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece, K.
something different. well written
it was one of those poems that ended differently than i had expected – but thank you
Superb!!!…..
Thanks so much, Jyotindra.
Oh man I am hocked! 🙂
ha ha – yes, indeed!
Excellent narrative, and I love the juxtaposition of Jesus and the Presidents in your pocket!
thank you Alan ~ you never know what you will encounter in the open market