|Courthouse, Lynchburg, VA|
Court and Church run parallel
streets through the city & autumn leaves
clog gutters with color. Crisp air, all the cars
chuff & cut
stone sidewalks---one block,
two blocks, three
Smokers crowd courthouse steps, inhaling
their ease/exhaling hope
for grace, deserved
or otherwise. Butts line
the ashtray base.
Take your shoes off, pass
through the gate---marble floor
cold on socked feet. The guard smiles
knowing & wishes
luck---knowing. When ever a separation
is made between liberty and justice,
neither is safe, Burke says where he hangs
by a nail--on the wall
'It's like being in church, it's so quiet,'
behind me, an old man grins in flannel
overcoat, covering an American flag
shirt. His wife, a gentle whiff,
in matching shirt, shows teeth
too---hair dyed red and unnatural .
She too knows
as her man commentates the action,
each boxer gets backed into a corner
by 'the man' & 'down
he goes, looks like
he won't be getting up'
Court like church like boxing like his wife
pats his leg, making eyes in ways
that let you too know
either her hearing aide
is off or their love is true in ways fairy tales
are false---pats his leg & i laugh
at the lucky, crazy
humanity, of us,
the judge stares me silent, enough
to hear, 'oo, that'll leave a mark'
& this i know
Over at dVerse Poets, Victoria has us working enjambment or steampunk....i went enjambed....which has to do with where you end lines---giving words or phrases greater meaning or just having a bit of fun...anyway, see you there....3 pm EST.
Had a couple people email me about my FIL, he had a doctors appointment just the other day and is progressing well on medication and will return to the doctor in the beginning of December. Thanks your asking.
And this was from the trip to bankruptcy court. Still no news on getting my back pay, but it will all work out some way. Smiles.