Perhaps not the day

On My Way to Work ...

An old woman looked at me and gestured

Not afraid, merely routine, two fingers

Turning down flanked by two pointing skyward

Redirecting any evil I meant her

Down another road. I am exorcised,

Yet my only thought of her was that

She was standing at the top of the stairs

Blocking my way unless I took a step left.

Still, she may have seen Satan in my eye

Since I was thinking of him and of what

He and John Milton’s late espoused saint

Said when first they met.

                                      In the elevator

A slender man was juggling his breakfast,

A big orange arcing back and forth

Between his hands. An easy thing to do

But he missed a catch and glared my way.

Whatever business you have with me

Perhaps should wait until tomorrow.

And a note to Michael: Thanks for the comment! Have you  a blog I can look at? Let me know.