because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

On our block

the late afternoon light
is gone all too quickly,
wind kicking backup
to a song of inevitable night.
The wreathe on the front door
sags, its plastic dogwood petals
looking out with longing at the sky-
tossed branches. Cars pass
indifferently, take the stop sign
at the corner like a held breath;
down the street children scream
and giggle. Someone rolls the emptiness
of a supercan past the eyes of a window.
Around the corner, a man’s dark laugh
barks through the alley.
Weeds grow between herringbone brick
at the speed of sunny violence.
No one is coming,
or going, set in their skinny row
houses like children in sandcastles.
No one is home. Or out on the porch steps
that make do for porches. No one
blinks at the sound of gunfire.
No one looks, or waves goodbye.
Like everyone else, we are all just
on our way.



6 responses

  1. nicely composed

    April 11, 2016 at 8:56 am

  2. Wow…this was just a brilliant write…a very powerful verse IMHO.

    April 11, 2016 at 11:57 am

    • thanks much, slp. that means a great deal, from you!

      April 12, 2016 at 10:05 am

  3. A perfectly described mise-en-scene (did I use that correctly?) – I could really feel this poem. Exquisite writing, Joanna.

    April 11, 2016 at 2:11 pm

    • thanks, Mosk! (And you know, I’ve no idea if that’s correct– i’ve only ever heard ‘mise-en-place’!) Regardless, it’s always great to hear from you. 🙂

      April 12, 2016 at 10:07 am


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