ACCOSTED BY JESUS
They form a fluid line
Near the entrance to Specsavers
Suited, polished, hair slicked to neatness
Smiling gravely as I approach.
One is proselytising,
Before alternating with another
Who steps smartly to the fore.
Yet another, partially hidden,
Goose-steps almost jauntily
Into my space
And proffers me an offering of words,
Printed of course,
Trying to catch my eye.
Avoiding him is momentarily difficult,
His hand hovering hopefully.
Then I swerve deftly by him
Leaving Jesus still firmly in his grasp.
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