A Jackson
The pearl-gray sky of early morning
harmonized with my mood;
color without color
life without meaning;
as I wandered through the streets
at a loss; no job.
My downcast eyes;
eye contact unsought;
watching my feet step by drudging step,
came across a twenty-dollar bill,
discarded, dropped, abandoned?
It lay there, slightly grubby;
as money often is.
To lose a twenty bill, I thought
for someone could be the difference;
food or hunger,
others; just a gamble;
on some bright spinning reels of chance.
But here it was:
Twenty dollars on the ground,
Andrew, staring at me; tempting.
A moments troubled hesitation;
I move on
and leave the twenty where it lay
for someone needier than I to find.
Yellow sunshine pierces the gray
My back straightens
my walk is brisker, zippy.
$ Poetry Contest placed 1st
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date wrote: 13-June-2021
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2021
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