Sunday, June 17, 2012

On Diagonal Avenue

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.”



The Hickory Wind said...

That's rather good. I can almost see them.

Brett Hetherington said...

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.