Jesus Under the Freeway


(View of the underside of Sacramento’s I-80 while lying on my back.)

Motorists stopped at a red light see Jesus every day

Under a Sacramento freeway, bearded with long hair,

Blankets draped around his shoulders, barefooted,

Eyes fixed beyond those near his path–

He’s seen unimaginable suffering

Until the driver behind me honks

And all is to be forgotten.

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