fruit vendor on 188th
by Colleen Dulle


there’s a prophet outside my subway station who
sells fruit out of a carpenter’s van,
bananas apples oranges green things a feast spread
on a folding table on the sidewalk 

his van doors hang open showing red sharpie on printer paper
taped to the tinted windows
new signs over old saying

i walk by him down the hill muttering
god, i hope he’s right

Colleen Dulle is a journalist who sometimes writes poems. She tweets at @ColleenDulle.