Elliot
Canto XIII
“How can I help?”
He asks with a smile
The dust on his wares
Has been there for a while
“What do you have?”
“I have all you need
From produce to propane
And all in between.”
I browse through his shelves
And what do I see
But the name that I thought
Belonged only to me.
“Hot seller,” he says
As he polishes each letter.
“As far as names go
They do not get much better.”
“My parents would I agree,”
I say with a smirk.
“If it weren’t mine already
Your pitch would have worked.”
“Very well,” he says kindly
Tapping on his nametag
“You’re Elliot,” I say
“Now can you imagine that?”
We laugh and we sit
On a bench fit for lunch
Talking as we eat
And reflecting a bunch
A Life in Poems 