RUDDY HALO    AND RUSTY SHAWL           The other day    an old coot fell    five floors flat    on his face     And right away     I hastened my pace    (another way)     lest I lose my place in line      to pray        Bathed in grace    no former shame    So oh!     I went back     where the coot remains    a stain    But wait   what   wow!        The stain was not a stain    after all    In fact    it had a ruddy halo    and rusty shawl      No no   you see   the coot was clearly meant    for me    Had I not left him writhing    this holy image would never be      And you know    as well as me    that few few people deign    to see     the forest    for  this   single    tree