God on the Street Corner

God was leaning against
a street lamp at 40th & Woodland
as I drove home today:
bulky blue sweatshirt,
forearm set against metal, forehead
buried in forearm, as if
even the thought
of crossing the street
was one too many decisions for the day.
I saw God there, craned my neck
as I cruised through the green light;
if God was exhausted and stationary,
I still had places to go.

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