DOOR TO DOOR

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.

 

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