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