When I Rode My Scooter I Thought of You

For Titus.

We hadn’t talked in awhile. Now I learn that you have died and somehow I missed your passing, dear friend.

I remember you tooling around campus on your scooter. Your wise words in class. Our friendship growing out of our common Mississippi sojourn.

You sold me the scooter and I brought it with me when I first came to DC. Everytime I drove it I thought of you. Your helmet kept me safe.

You lasted a lot longer than the scooter did. But then that is to be expected.

I see you now,
zipping along the streets of gold,
that amazing smile of joy on your face,
heading out to engage Jesus in another deep conversation.

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