I met a man last night.
he answers to "danny."
my own age, but ageless
displaced homeless
a Katrina evacuee
he lives in the woods
next to an Office Depot
invisible
down a hidden path,
cleared and lined with branches
fashioned into an elaborate fence
decorated with discarded toys
little trucks and cars
a tiny sandy beach,
with rocks and palms
a bedroom built of boards
and plastic
no doors, no locks
but windows into the soul
campfire in the "kitchen"
the woods a latrine
we brought blankets
and boxes of rations
medicines and bandages
maps to the mission
I invited him to clinic
to breakfast, to lunch
he's just down the road
our neighbor
life his choice,
in his own words
"i am not homeless
i am houseless"
Next time, I'll bring mustard seeds
and tomato seedlings
i met a man
who lives in an
enchanted garden
i met a man
unwashed, unshaven
laughter rains like music
from a toothless grin
clothed in dirt,
and Salvation Army jeans
I met a man
It might have been me
I met a man
i saw Jesus
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