One day after doing the same thing day after day religiously: walking, yoga, healing Jesus decided it might be nice to mix things up a bit So after some dry wheat toast (some things just had to stay the same) he went for a walk But this time he traveled all the worlds ghettos Big and small. All through the Chicago’s, Cincinnati’s and the Los Angeles’s. He could still smell the scorched earth. To fit in he made the appropriate amount of purchases. A tee shirt here, a key chain there and two shot glasses. In South America the fields stuck to the bodies of his new found friends. With them he shared some café and plantains before moving on. In Argenteuil, Paris he met some Muslim teens, who felt angry and inept. Jesus stopped to aid them with some fire problems. He smirked at their old fashioned means of warming themselves--A wet rag hanging from a bottle. After some high fives they ran off excited and shouting. There were long lines in Russia where he pondered repeating a miracle. Not enjoying the cold he moved on to the West Bank. He walked the streets unnoticed. Their anger was the same but their resolve cold and faces calm. Picking stones with a some boys a nearby soldier spat on him. Soon walking became too taxing and he called for a bicycle. Which wasn’t the best and certainly not the worst ride ever. Nothing against donkeys but they stink.

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