poems by tom miller
the hi-how-are-you-doing guy
god spends most of his time
at the public library,
and occasionally he strolls the
downtown streets
he is black, short, round
and has a big friendly face
when he sees you he says,
hi-how-are-you-doing in a loud
boisterous voice
some
answer back, fine-and-you?
some answer back, just fine.
some dont answer back,
and thats all right with god,
because there is always
another soul wandering
the road, or using
the library, and he will
say, hi-how-are-you-doing to
them also.