after a road trip...

'so you are back!'
Isabella was amazed
to see him back...
he smiled...
unclipped his headguard...
the helmet with a stud
of Apollo
behind...
'hey! you've grown tattoo too!'
she said as she looked
at a write
on his nape allright...

'whom did you meet?
this time?'
Isabella asked...

'God...'
he replied...
Francesco...
tired but having a glow...

'God? are you crazy?'
'No...
i am not...
i saw Him on number plates of cars
whizzing past...
i saw Him sending me a bird...
a very big one...
like a white swan
showing me the path when i was lost...
i saw Him in faces of people...
in wrinkled starving faces...
in eyes of kids...

after the last lap
when i was thinking to stop...
a stop sign appeared
and i stopped...
a piccolo...
was it there earlier? i didn't know
but a man...
would you believe it? just like our Abramo...
he came up with a bottle of water...
only for me...
and methought...
how could he
know i was thirsty?

then...
once...when the tachometer read four hundred and sixty three
i found a tree
quite similar to the one...
we have behind that Clinic here
at Orazio...

and found posts and signs...
as good as new
in places people live few...

and then thrice...
missing horns
from behind
i could have met death
but He stopped me...

simply...
by asking me to stop...

and
interestingly...
when the dark came...
and my visor got blurred...
I sang aloud...
and thought He heard my song
on the road...
and He sang too!
Yes...
assolutamente!

i found Him
and we had long chats...
about life...
we conversed...

and when i slept off
by the road
putting up my tent...
He would His angels send...
to stand on vigil...

O i met Him...
on the road...'

Francesco's voice trailed...
he stopped...

Isabella said nothing...
she thought she needed to say nothing...

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