Human Beauty

Here's one thing I remember
From the morning of fourteen November.

An enormous man with a big gut,
A big hat, a big beard, and a big brown mutt

Was lumbering directly down
The sidewalk in the halfway town

Of Hurricane, Utah, where the wind
Blows hard, the sun shines, and it's a sin

Not to believe in real sin of some kind.
The irrigated willows were yellow in mind,

The odd palm trees bothered by the breeze,
But the great man never bent his knees.

The hat never flapped on his head,
And he seemed both redneck and well-bred

As he strode, with his dog and his stick,
In his old overalls, back straight, perfect.