A Secret Admirer of Mr. R.D. Saxon, Jr

There lives a man in our town who stays
A total stranger.
He buys his food from grocers that never
Advertise,
On Wednesday's in the paper.

I saw him clearly one Sunday morn talking
To his shadow

And I took off because-you see- I thought
I heard an answer!

One black-blue night, I rode on my bike,
Peddling gently,counting the starlights.
When there and then I saw this man holding
Discourse with his fingers!

My bike by some unknown comman sped past,
Wouldn't linger.
It must have been the wind I heard replying
In words of God and nature.