His legs, bare and white,
formerly secluded behind black robes,
broadcast their nakedness.
But he shines with a scrubbed wholesomeness
fresh from the shower, new clothes
from a just-opened box, crisp blue shirt,
creased khaki shorts.
His face shines with an Irish- priest
glow, his smile beatific.
A perpetual shimmer surrounds
him. He bestows on all he meets,
praise, enchantment and his full attention.
He’s always someone’s guest
and forever in glamour spots
at peak season. Everyone
yearns to bathe in his glow.
He speaks the words humans
want to hear.
He could charm the skin off a snake.