The Zen Public Servant

Fastidious

Starched shirt paisley tie
Both worn and frayed
but worn with style

Suit shining witness
to countless years

White silk handkerchief
Mottled as ancient cream

Shoes cracked
Polished to a glow

Meticulous

He is seminal
To the community

A profession
Of great regard
And universal need

His chambers
City Hall square

The town mendicant
Providing
chance for giving
And receiving

Gratitude






Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-16 at 13:24

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I second Blilith. Well done.
2011-12-18


Blilith
This is a Zen poem, short lines brillantly styled. A style I really love.
Applause
2011-12-16


countryfog
I knew him, many years ago . . . orphaned young, slow of wit but never stupid, trusting and eventually trusted to run little errands for a dollar for businesses around the public square, the unofficial giver of a small town's greeting to everyone equally and receiver of its generosity. When he died a beautiful clock was placed in the square, bearing his name, the Westminster chimes greeting people now who pass by and have no idea who he was nor a time that was.
2011-12-16