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In High Demand
I led a blind man astray this morning,
Took him to the middle of an open field
Then drove away.
I took candy from a child
Then pushed him into a puddle.
I took change from a fat panhandler
Then told the police to arrest her for loitering.
Tomorrow I�ll give a stranger the wrong directions.
I won�t leave a tip after lunch.
I�ll misguide your children
And tell them to lie to the priest.
If there is anything else to do
You can count on me.
These are troubled times.
In Observance of the Sabbath
Sweat beads
On the banker�s balding head.
Wind overwhelms the miner
Watching ice melt in his cup.
Dull words fascinate
The child learning to read.
Branches empty�no sound of leaves
Scraping the air�above the idle garden.
In a city with stained towers,
The cemeteries reach
Their quota. Moss blights the scattered
Stones beneath the City Hall.
A dog drags her leash through weeds
In the park. In the closed library,
Vacant hours do nothing
To stop the general from signing his name.
�for Jon Wei
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