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.

~ by redbikinilady on June 26, 2008.