miracle on a shoestring

 


there is a small Chinese
restaurant in the Bridge
Street plaza.

mostly take out, but there
are a few small tables for
dining in, but no one
hardly ever does.

I like to sit alone and
enjoy my General Tso's
tofu (extra crispy) along
with vegetable spring rolls
and an ice cold Pepsi.

I can sit by myself with
my thoughts entertaining
me without the discordant
music of conversation by
others.

if I sit there long enough
the outside world seems
to slip into a coma for
a bit...

I always feel a little better
when i leave and the world
gives off a new vibration:

ignorant people become
enlightened,

Fante becomes number
one on the best
seller's list,

and politicians admit
they're only in it for
the money.

all of this is only in
my mind of
course,

but I do feel a little
better, like a small
miracle has visited.

it's not much of
miracle as miracles
go,

but it's the only
one I
have.