In loving memory of Jack Shagnasty by Mark Arvilla, 1991
Pyschic Repairman
a poem by Mark Arvilla
On the corner
of Third and Main,
There’s an odd little shop
with a heart in the window
made of out of red lights
that blink on and off.
On the door,
a neatly lettered
sign reads;
Your Friendly
Neighborhood
Psychic Repairman.
The crowd passes
without a second glance.
But now and then,
some lonely soul
opens the door.
