Tim Mayo Poet
How It Comes to You
It happens waiting for a bus: you cough
under a street lamp, the ground shudders,
steam rises from a grate, and suddenly,
a shabby man thrusts out his hand.
He offers you something small,
purpled like a bruise and oily
as a rubbed jewel in the gloom.
Here, he winces and pleads.
You clear your throat to answer.
All you’ve wanted is a way to get
from here to there––preferably
the express, but now, a local
has come, and if you turn and leave,
you may never get there in time.
From The Kingdom of Possibilities
Contact Info:
Tim Mayo
P.O. Box 522
Brattleboro, VT 05302-0522
<tim-mayo@tim-mayo.net>
Contact Info:
Tim Mayo
P.O. Box 522
Brattleboro, VT 05302-0522
<tim-mayo@tim-mayo.net>