Miracle Man

for Doug Melton

Miracles are tangible – they sprout

impossibility without a single doubt –

or the importunate desire to proclaim

or boast or flout what they’re about.

I know this now because my laptop,

which had crashed, has been restored

by the miraculous abilities amassed

by my computer guy who on the sly

I’m sure keeps planets turning in the sky –

that is, when he is not, through his

remote manipulations, altering the DNA

of apparatuses like mine, bringing them

to such unparalleled capacities for

fine performance laptops surely never

in their circuitry imagined could be had.

The very mention of his name –

Douglas Melton – melts the glowing

dawn of an enlightenment in the forlorn,

unclad, unknowing dark in me. What

else can I be but insubordinately glad?

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