Lo and Behold
copyright 2026 by Michael Walker
Walking down Granville
I saw a djinn
Something out of
Arabian Nights
He was snapping at twigs
Like it was some perverse
Master’s
Last wish
Unrobed he was
Except for a pair of
Frayed
Jeans
And his bronze tits
Flapped
Undisturbed
In the winter
Wind.
The traffic flew by
Blind to all
Incongrous
Bells
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