|briackwork, City cemetery, Lynchburg, VA|
It's social skill day at Walmart,
a busload of mental challenge adults,
their counselor & i am looking
for children's Ibuprofen - blueberry
flavor, all they have is grape & berry though
a man, black leather trench coat
over a grey hoodie, hood loose hung
between his shoulders, purple toboggan,
yarn mohawk down the middle
is admiring a soup can castle. when
he smiles, his face creases, almost
folding in on itself, salt n' pepper beard
but it's his round, soft eyes that catch
me --- maybe they are
mine, twenty, thirty years from now
& i've fallen into a knot of time's skein
his wife laughs deep, "he's not as crazy
as he looks."
"that's good," i laugh back
& it is
that she is
still putting up with him,
there's hope for me yet
grabbing a can of beans,
she & he,
in different directions,
light from above
collecting in pools
on the polished concrete floor.
It's OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - grab a marker & scribble on the wall, or just post something poetic and come join us. Doors open at 3 pm EST.
If this seems familiar to any, I posted a short version in the comments elsewhere a few weeks back and revisited it.