Somehow I feel that this is a key poem in my mind and mood,
and it's called "A Man Came Tuesday."
A man came Tuesday wanted what I didn't owe yet.
By Friday you will, pay now and I'll discount ten percent.
That made sense.
Would have, accept anything off for good intentions?
I asked.
I, he said, I'm not the parole board.
I'm your non-negotiable future come to a take it or leave it.
If I had anything to leave it with.
Exactly.
But if I had, I'd have a different future.
That, he said, is what I am trying to get you to.
Who the devil are you?
He shrugged.
I have no contract with the truth
but I like to be persuasive.
What are you prepared to believe.
[LAUGHTER]