Thursday, December 28, 2006

Vet's Wife and Homeless

She’s standing on a corner
her cardboard sign in thin letters
looking like she could be ahead
of me in line at Target. Just a pink coat
and a flimsy sign, no vet missing
half a leg, all her teeth.

I wonder where her husband is
wonder if he’s on a couch somewhere watching
T.V. waiting for Rhonda
to come home with some pocket change.
They’ll head to the movies,
shake their heads at all the poor saps
who handed over coins.

These are the stories I create--
my yellow reassurance
so I can shake my head and drive forward
without a thought to the night
that drifts in like a black tide.

But it’s all just good fiction
mine and theirs.

That our shoulders could touch
in this grey world while we slide
past with slanted eyes, wondering
what will save us.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

wow. I like the very small details..the teeth the pink coat and grey world. A thought provoking poem.

10:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

very powerful... i especially like "yellow reassurance" and the last stanza. i feel lik you described a moment i've had a thousand times.

1:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have enjoyed returning to your blog and reading the latest posts - your writing is a joy to read. Thanks.

6:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wow. talk about syncronicity, you and i yesterday.

this is very, very good.
and also sad.
the pink feels blue.

2:21 AM  
Blogger Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

I like the colours that you've dispersed throughout the poem ... a rainbow of thought, representing the differences of experience. JP

2:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, very powerful poem. And the last stanza is excellent.

Happy New Year, EMC! Here's wishing you lots of poety in 2007!

8:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the last stanza.

8:40 AM  

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