he arrived on a bicycle, wool
hat, scarf wrapped, and we
santa without elves anymore,
a life of jolly business overrun
by the mistakes.
and then he found Jesus, or Jesus
found him. so he is not dead
reaching out to others who’ve
hit the down, while he scrambles
and prays and thinks of plans
corn flakes for food banks, meditation
books for friends in jail, new
families at church.
santa without the elves. a mixed bag
of tricks upon his shoulder. he used
to build railroads.
buddy can you spare