St Peter

He is lean
He is dynamic
In blue and green
He runs  and crawls
His hand never still
He wails and
Stares at the sky
Blinded by the spotlight
By the hands by  the eyes
His jacket wide and white
With  spiked hair and
A  blaze of blue eyes
He sings his heart
To the world
Bowled  by his cause
His body bows
His shoulders move, edge
Their way  straight to the heart
Of you.

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