Jim Fuess

Two Beggars


I never thought
to look for the wind
that was taken out
of me when I arrived in Tbilisi—
what a surprise to find it
in a foot tunnel under Rustaveli,
cradling a guitar
with blustery arms, case open
for tips in front of it. I asked, What are you
doing here, hidden away? Can’t you spare
just a little breeze? With a stir
of fingers it played a ghostly
tune in reply. I closed
my eyes to better
feel the movement but
no matter where
I positioned myself, felt nothing—
so I sat next to it & begged
the passersby for
to fill the sails of my soul.