Spot

Spot
You were a good car
I'm sorry I didn't fight for you
I see your brothers and sisters
Every now and then
And I think after you

Yes, when you became more of a Swirl
My heart was proudest
You displayed art and truth
You caught everyone's attention
No one could ignore you

I remember a big black lady in a van next to me as I was driving down Franklin Ave near Christen and Annika's house
She rolled down her window and yelled to me
" Hey!"
"What?"
"That's right, King Jesus IS the Living Water!"
I thanked her abruptly and laughed at her recognition

There was also the man pushing carts in the Cub Foods parking lot
"It's true you know," he said, "Thanks for saying it...a lot of people don't say it."

And then there was that tiny 7-year old black girl who was running wildly to the East Lake library
"Aw, that's ti-ai-aht!" She almost screamed to her friends.

Spot, I miss you
Where ever you are
If you are delivering pizzas, or being driven around suburbia
Or both
I hope you continue to brighten the darkness