Give Them Concord
They drove their ignorance
in a Pontiac Sunfire.
I was walking along Clarke St.
when they stopped in the middle
and asked for directions: Concord, New Hampshire.
Got something to write on?
I said, and started
giving them directions.
The driver couldn't read very well
and the guy riding shotgun and writing
was having his issues.
When I told them how to get to Interstate 89,
Amateur ink pasted their flesh-
must've both just gotten out.
Clueless, but happy.
Good luck, I told them,
and they needed it.
Whatever happened, I helped,
and felt decent about it.
From my perspective
we were all better off
with those twoen route to Concord.
Joseph Veronneau holds a BA in Psychology. He ran a small press venture publishing chapbooks for a decade. His poems have appeared in places like The Aurorean, Poet Lore, Red Fez, and others.