Young man with a game leg
pushes a food cart down the street
A food cart to keep him from falling over
No cane
no gold for a cane
No silver for a wheelchair
A food cart will do
And it does fine
An old woman in a bathing suit
shuffles in slippers along Spillway 3
She sags in her memories
yesterday in her eyes
Black boy in a white store
Clean as a top on a freshly polished creamer
Careful
unsure
Wants no misdemeanor
Slips out of sight in the night
Charlie needs friends
He’s lonely on his motorcycle
No one to suck wind with
No one to drain beer with
No one to tempt fear with
Charlie needs friends
Pregnant
she waddles in an oversize t-shirt
Could care less, no need to flirt
World’s going on inside her
That’s what’s real
that’s the deal
Snippets, snapshots
Kings, crooks, crackpots
Angels, demons, all between-ments
Beautiful, perfect, stunning, dear
when clear of illusion
and fear