Poem

mom house


Chose creaky bench facing the sun; near

Flashy pink scooter.

Little boy runs up to the door; mumbles

Someone was chasing me!

Mom sticks her head out the window; asks

What?

Older boy rushes up; less out of breath

Dashes inside.

Mom sticks head out the window; asks

Where is he?

Long moment passes; gray-haired dad

Enters the house.

Woman in thrifted sweater wanders; unsure of

Direction crosses the street.

Oak-brown Buick coasts by; POP maybe it

Ran over an inflated balloon.

Mom makes final pass; eyes me up on bench

Look away.

Depart bench; boys run and screech

In the house.

car pop