by Mathew Paust
He's in the shade
under the station portico at Bay Transport,
the usual hanging head
as if asleep on the bench;
too late to sneak around behind.
He'll look up in an instant,
win the day;
but you're not easy, you slow your pace,
step with care, do your cat walk,
turn your face.
Something glimpsed stays with you:
the wisp coiling from his fingers;
you stop, stand awhile, he could be gone;
you stoop, ease away the smoldering butt,
replace it with the dollar.
-- m.d. paust
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The first two Matthews can be found on my Facebook page.
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the guilt overwhelms
It's conflicting, Gary.
This is becoming a great series, Mathew. This is my fav so far.
Thanks, Jill. One more after this, called "Good Deed Punished". I don't usually write about my own life, but this begged to be told.
I like the trio approach.
Thanks, Adam. My you like the quartet scheme, too!
Трогательно!
Большое спасибо, Рева!
ease away the smoldering butt,
replace it with the dollar.
See how human you are.*
Surprised myself, Tim. Now I worry.
*, Mathew. Yes!
Thanks, David.
Another good installment of this series.
*
Thanks, Bill.