by Howie Good
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.