Evening Newspaper

Going home on the subway,

when you open the newspaper

you’d just picked up 

at the corner

before coming down the steps,

there is always the person

next to you slyly reading

over your shoulder

and getting visibly upset

when you turn the page

before they finish the story

about some woman in Mexico or Brazil

discovering the Virgin’s face in a mango

or seeing it in a puddle of water

in the road to the junkyard

or the Granada dig uncovering the bones

of people fallen in their tracks

during attacks in a medieval street battle.

Keep turning.