the penniless preacher

rey spadoni

Tapping a central digit, pausing, pushing time

He cleared his throat and saw upon the gazes of the waited eyes

An answer they begged, start it now

His panoramic delay, but still the shadow eyes did not part

Now, you can do it, now

He began: just a few simple words and he laid them down like track to the west

It was a start, confident no

But forward

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