A Quiet Walk

Shepherd me, O God, beyond my wants,

As I round the corner a palette of wonders spread out before me the smell of fresh bread drifts toward me A line up of vegetables and fruits  delight the eye plump peaches, nectarines, and apples  line up in a juicy chorus line  Lettuce graces the tables in their varied frills of green  bright orange …

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The line forms here men, women, old and young wait forgotten all except by The Monk on the Street A bowl of soup a handshake, contact … ©Ruth Jewell,  www.aquietwalk.wordpress.com, for Monk in the World Poetry party, August 25, 2010