The Lead Pastor's Visit

by Riv Wren

He pastored thousands,
but he came to this very house,

appeared in this very hallway,
and there he stood, with that hair.

I expected a tiny microphone
along his cheekbone.

Since he didn’t have one,
he could not talk.

I watched from the window
as his eighteen-wheeler

roared off the driveway,
climbed the curb,

and could not round
our cul-de-sac

or return to the straight lanes
of the main drag.

 

 

Riv Wren lives in Loveland, Ohio. That is a real place. Wren's most recent poems appear in Pensive Journal and Cathexis Northwest.

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