The old County Courthouse was almost hidden in the large spreading elms that circled the square. It was still early, but the two-hour parking along Cortez Street and the designated spaces at the Courthouse were already taken.
Read MorePraise the rain
that creates pathways
puddles for imagination
to skip across like smooth rocks
like Jesus tiptoeing
in the attic of your mind
I can take you Tuesday, the doctor said
over the heads of three interns
he’d brought in to see my film.
They were gaping at an x-ray of
my pelvis, their mouths
open wide as the butterfly
wings of my cracked basin:
An engraving shows him
walking in the woods,
head down, hands held
behind his back, hair just
this side of electric
The deadline dropped on us
Like a dictionary on the basement floor
Stirring the dust in us
Sending it into a tizzy
Of gray confusion
The seagulls push inland in search
of food, of fish, a bite to eat, garbage
cans turned on their side in the wind
Even in our sleep, the current
flows like the river the horse swims through,
afraid and courageous. His legs pump the water
to stay afloat, to bring him
to the other side.
Traveling by subway, bus
to newer realms, I discovered
Wingohocking, a name that sounds
like bullets flying between gangs–
Wingo vs. Hocking.
Who would win the war?
Anyway, it is a cold October morning; he was misplaced I tell myself. Never mind the fact that I crushed his neck or that he now lies on his broken back gurgling his last breath from collapsed lungs. He should have seen that...
Read MoreWe watched afternoon riot of light change
to pink dusk, then night sky yawned open
a few eager stars danced out
Pitchers and catchers reporting.
The hopefulness of spring as
I think ahead
to steamy summer afternoons
and lively games,
maybe even wins.
