3 poems
Everything has been hard lately
Peeling an orange
Shedding the
rind. A stone rind. A concrete rind. An impregnable rind
Get at the sweet flesh inside by removing the inedible rind
The rind.
The rind.
Remove the rind.
Rind. Rind. Rind. in a rotation in a turn in a knife in a turn in a rotate in a look from all sides in a just peel
off the damn rind why can’t you just peel off the fucking fruit it’s not hard just peel off the rind work
with the tool you have and just peel off the rind and it will
s y n e r g i z e
A fruit tree calls out for its child:
“My darling, where are you?”
“Peeling an orange.”
Stating the Obvious
If i want to swim, i will.
Please don’t make me.
The Streetlights Came On
We had a basketball hoop in our brick driveway
(it was the only brick driveway on the street)
Two wheels pointed skyward at the end, but not for long
the Neighborhood Kids
Who needed a race would be by soon.
Humid days in
backyard pools and lawn sprinklers
Staying out until the streetlights came on
Catching fireflies in
The Empty Lot At The End of The Road:
A forest with a drainage ditch we called
“The Creek”
(it was little more than stagnant)
big yellow and black machines,
sweating in the sunlight,
Repaved the neighborhood
And cleared the Empty Lot At The End of The Road
We sat barefoot on sidewalks, under trees, on porches,
popsicle juice dripping off our elbows,
watching. Waiting.
Once out of eyeshot, we took off
Blistering our toes on the hot tar for as long as we could bear it
Shoving our hands into new cement before it dried
(it was not worth it)
We’d climb trees in backyards
bike to the park
dart through backyards we weren’t supposed to be in
And into homes we were
Staying out until the streetlights came on
Sooner and sooner
Seasons change.
the basketball goal was moved into the garage
Friends became classmates
into the shed the old hoop went
we were old enough to need the garage for four wheels instead of two
To the dump when it finally rusted through
Classmates became just neighbors.
then strangers.
the streetlights came on.
It snuck up on us.
That house is no longer the only house with a brick driveway on that street.
But we were the first.