George Good

The Exchange

A child is searching for its mother.
An old woman in black gets off a westbound bus.
The palm of the blind newsdealer knows
how to unriddle your bill’s denomination.
A vain youth’s eyes turn a window into a mirror.
The traffic light changes its mind every minute.
A quiet hearse prepares to violate its will.
The bank’s clock on the corner looks both ways.
At high noon its two hands meet as the hearse drives by.
The traffic light by chance is thinking green.
Reflection of Narcissus combing his hair.
Your palm accepts the correct change
from the blind newsdealer who knows.
An eastbound bus picks up a young woman in white.
The mother is searching for her child.