Long ago I heard footsteps
Long ago I heard footsteps
come to the door, and a man
knocking. We’ve had an accident
up on the road, can you help
he pled at the unanswered door,
and kept knocking.
He might have been a thief
but soon enough a woman’s howl
lit up the night, and I put a knife
in my belt. Around dawn
I figured their fortunes
might be worth change.
Source: Poetry (November 2010)