Under brooding thunder on an early May night
lonely men sit outside the B&N
waiting for company, or God, to get right.
Soccer moms pause and pass at the light;
lonely men look up, then look down again,
their eyes breeding thunder on an early May night.
Longing just for a glance, a bite,
salvation from the fate of lonely men,
a little company, or God, to get right,
late benediction, some mother to say it’s alright,
they roam parking lot neon in search of amen
under promise of thunder on a quiet May night.
Hard bench, hard hands, back hunched, mouth tight:
mothers’ sons lost searching for some little sin,
for company, or God. To get right,
to get home, whole, welcome, contrite,
wanting someone to wonder where you’ve been
when there’s threat of thunder on an early May night;
you’re waiting for company. Or God to get right.