by Agnes Walsh
As the bus rumbled on
I continued under my breath
“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Percy Janes,
Newfoundland writer, poet,
just boarded the number something-or-other.”
If this was Portugal,
a plaque would be placed
over the seat where he sat.
As it is, you have me
mumbling in the street
like a tourist in my own country.
Copyright ©:
Agnes Walsh
Last updated September 05, 2017