Talk About Luck
from INNISFREE POETRY JOURNAL website

“I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met

a man who had no feet. So I said, ‘Got any shoes

you’re not using?’”

-- Steven Wright


He hands them over.


They’re pretty scuzzy,

but they’ll do, you know,

in a pinch.


So then I wonder.


“How’d you get here anyway?”


He’s sprawled in the dirt

under this scabby tree.


He smiles a huge smile.


The guy’s practically toothless too.

I mean, talk about luck.


So then he pulls out these crutches

he’s got tucked away under him.


Handmade; good wood.

A neat job.


Whoa! I’m thinkin’.

I know what they’ll go for.


My throat’s startin’ to feel

awful parched.


So I says, real-nice-like,

I says to him:


“What’s a guy like you

wanna leave a spot like this for?

Where would you go,

anyway?


Why don’cha give me

them too?”