I
waved a dollar out the window.
We
brushed hands as he took it.
Thank
you, he said. I said nothing,
just
rolled my window up
and
waited with renewed impatience
for
the light to change.
You
know how it is,
I
couldn’t help but doubt, at least a little,
the
crudely lettered sign he held.
Then
I remembered
that
cavemen depicted running animals
by
giving them eight legs.
Howie
Good
has been published in The New Verse News.
