(Jonna G. Wiseman was a young woman I sat next to on a cross-country bus, when I was a young man- way back in the summer of 1978. Obviously, we had a lot of time to talk. Jonna seemed very interested in me. She kept peppering me with questions about my life and art. When I told her I was a “recovering poet and former skeptic”, she laughed and insisted I show her some of my work. As it happened, I did have a half-filled poetry journal I travelled with. She devoured the whole thing before we got to Boston, slipping the following poem between a few pages discreetly, and a planting a sweet kiss as we parted. I never saw her or talked to her again…)
See the kid.
He’s younger than he looks
but he’s smart.
Such a sensitive child
respectful and wise.
that a seventy-five dollar bus ride could benefit us all;
teach us to read;
direct us for filming our judgements.
All of us.
(June 1978, on Greyhound Bus #1155)