A wild-looking man I don’t know

from Adam begged a ride from the PO

to the Dorothy Day Center. He’s jazzed,

jazzed about a Thanksgiving feast.

With a shock of hair like a thundercloud,

he looks like an Old Testament prophet.

He got out and paused next to the window.

Standing so I can’t see his face, I was

blessed for life when a rich voice said,

“This world is not altogether bad.”

Mike Hazard is artist in residence at the Center for International Education in Minneapolis. Visit thecie.org to learn more.

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