A Poem or a Heart Attack
©2015 Allison Fine
The shadows play differently now
I am not feeling the cruelty Eliot
Told me about—
Gentle air has replaced the deep, cold edges
Bench-wise, park-wise, I am still
As many pass by in the little park.
old woman with a cane
young boy on a skate board
girl and boy in love—her skirt is short
he’s talking all the time
her hair is green
middle aged man snoozes on the grass
I sip coffee listening to “Indy Folk” on Spotify.
One lone bird in a tree says ‘hello’
I say ‘hello’.
I told them spring would be better.
I was right.
Yet sadness, slowness settles in
From the where when soft wind wails
I want to leave
no leaves yet
too hard for digging.
My tree talks in low tones:
the bush with white flowers
oh dear, she says, I am pretty.
Yes you are, I tell her back.
that big gray cat
People on this street live nice lives
it’s not so bad but
I don’t know. When summer comes
I’ll find out.
- does not
that old woman does not like me—
her stare is on the edge of “fuck off”
she navigates the sidewalk
across the street
Her son was homeless
Then he died, a drug addict.
She will never forget him
As a baby
Wriggling in her lap
Crying for daddy.
The forgetting tree sways
But does not break.
She walks slowly—I want
But her bag swings
On her back.
It, too, shouts go away.
- the street
empty store fronts
restaurants and bars,
doggie day care
the sunrise grocery that never has anything
the shelves often empty,
Pay Half closed—fashion for the poor no more—
Some shoe place with leggings on booties in front
Tropical optical (hopeful title, that)
Three cell phone stores
The Gap Outlet
A couple of banks
The new gym
A Thai fast food
A laundry (now closed and Out of Business)
Some trendy little eateries with
Artisanal this and that
Intelligentsia where you can get an exotic cuppa
Hipsters, Oldsters, poor, trendy, up and coming,
Middle class, no class,
Two jewelry stores and
A suspicious music store
Someone says is a drug front,
A new smoke and inhaling shop