Selected Poems
4 quarters makes 90 minutes
In a matter of seconds, they would meet
a final choice came, to cross mid-street.
One stood wall eyed, simply
squared up, expecting a fight.
He knows nothing in common
and sees only the color of skin.
Other looks into the mirror
tries catching his own reflection.
He holds a handful of silver coins
an extended palm, and a smile.
Offers a stranger, change
for the pesky parking meter.
a final choice came, to cross mid-street.
One stood wall eyed, simply
squared up, expecting a fight.
He knows nothing in common
and sees only the color of skin.
Other looks into the mirror
tries catching his own reflection.
He holds a handful of silver coins
an extended palm, and a smile.
Offers a stranger, change
for the pesky parking meter.
