Here is the
woman who walks
With a chest
like a man
Carrying
two
Bowling
balls in a bag
And here is
the hair-lip man
Who pours
two packets of sugar
Into his
coffee cup
With two
hands as two fists
Here is a
different man
Who
gesticulates
As if he is
Casting a
fishing rod
Just behind
is the group leader
In clandestine
conversation:
“You said
we were gonna do this thing.
Why you
wanna back out now?
We came
here together
And we
gotta be strong
This is no
time
To be
chicken shits.”
[B.Hetherington]
2 comments:
That's rather good. I can almost see them.
Thanks for that, my good man. That's what my poetry [and for that matter, all my writing] aims for: to be clear and vivid.
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