A gyrating Salvation Army bellringer
fresh off a successful run at Little Caesar’s sidewalk
guards the doorway
to the Stone Mountain Walmart
He deftly dances and offers
his extended hand with an underhand swoop.
His lithe body in perfect unison
with the music in his headphones,
his beautiful brown face beaming with joy,
In the parking lot, sedentary men in cars watch the show
Glad for something interesting while
waiting to ride up and
pick up their mothers as they exit the store.
A few annoyed shoppers avert their gaze
but he pursues them.
General Booth would never have imagined
that the laughter he stirs causes them to smile so,
reach into their pockets and give
into the little kettles
on behalf of the nail-scarred hands
lifted up and outstretched.