poetry by j matthew waters

panhandler at the gas pump

I don’t know where he came from
but suddenly he was there
presenting himself by asking
for one dollar
& one dollar only

having driven 600 plus miles
I was back home after
a twenty year hiatus
summoned by attorneys
to settle my mother’s estate

it was almost as if
I had met this man before
blue eyed & dark complected
maybe from high school
maybe somebody’s angel

to get to this point
I was ahead of schedule
a few blocks away from my meeting
having decided to stop
& top off the tank
at a cost far exceeding
one hundred dollars

june two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “panhandler at the gas pump

  1. If you had the time to spare, I bet that one dollar had more stories to tell than the overpriced tank of gas…

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