By Mather Schneider
A cabby got shot last night.
Another cabby found him.
He was already dead.
It was over where Geronimo
hits Main, between Larry’s Hardware
and El Corral, thirty
feet from his cab. Our guess:
fare refused to pay
and fled; cabby pursued.
You know the hope
in your life is the same
as your hesitation
before you stand up
to chase a man
down a dark alley,
for fourteen dollars.
Masterful, spare gem.
That was real fine. Thanks.
So human in design, yet spiritual in nature. A simple statement of life or death without cheating.