He was a salesman of dreams. With
his suitcase he presented to customers brushes,
mirrors and items of vanity to create charm.
His hat gently tipped to the right. A flowered
tie lay like a vine around his neck, blooming
wildly on his chest. His suit was wrinkled
with sleep. Brown shoes were heavily scuffed
and his glasses reflected the sun.
He formed a gentle knock on doors,
flashing a smile, pointing to what makes
life easier and an income for him.
His feet stepped out a rigorous path, preaching
by showing, hoping to sell what everyone
needed.
Roger Singer 