She could be at McDonald’s, grazing. Odd.
But the unicyclist is praising God.
Both arms straight up, surrendered to September,
this blissful woman is amazing! God!
A six-year-old squirts her with his Mac-10.
The unicyclist still is praising God.
She wobbles patterns in the parking lot,
her Alphas and Omegas tracing God.
No Manichean bicycle, no trike
for her! Just One True Wheel, begracing God.
With her free hands, she balances all praise,
blessing three Clemson fans abasing God.
They snicker, shout “Raise your hands if you’re
Hey, honey! Who you think you’re racing? God?”
Her Walkman isn’t tuned to their Big Game.
No touchdowns fill her ears, dispraising God.
In self-defense, she turns her volume up.
She’s listening to a CD raising God.
And here’s her extra point, that no one hears
but me: I’ve turned my other cheeks - amazing