A Conversation

A Conversation

A cup of coffee at a small restaurant.

It was a small place full of the morning crowd.

But at my table there was one empty seat which allowed

A guy to ask “Do you mind?” as he sat down to my waving hand,

He frowned at his morning paper, “Nothing grand, just a mess,

The standard distress.”.

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“You’d think God could do better.” I smirked.

“Well,” he mumbled, glancing nervously around,

“I am God, and it’s clear to me but I’ve found

That people cannot accept the obvious.”

“Now I  grasp” I answered “why they call this place “Chock full of nuts”

He, at most, was, at most, in his early twenties, no ifs or buts.

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“Most people cannot gasp”, he explained with open hands, “that to be God

I must deeply feel both good and bad, both wonderful and horrible, therefore,

I must be you and you must be me. That’s why I made this place.  I cannot merely say

How great it was to be a Tyrannosaurus Rex, I must have been not just one, but all of them.

And with that, he vanished.

Simply, was not there.