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Thursday, November 12, 2015

for Janie Wilkie

Tableau From Another Time

I walked home from school
in the days when a child could still do that

in the days before 
the wall-mounted telephone
fell into disrepute

I carried my books in a plastic satchel

It was plaid with a red handle
and a metal clasp that looked like brass
but wasn’t

All the houses I passed on my 4 block trek 
were either white or gray
except one

tiny pink shotgun 
with a tumble-down porch
and screens full of holes

The lady there didn’t like kids 

to cut across her yard
with its patches of brown grass
sprinkled between the weeds

She glared
from the kitchen window
and sometimes
knocked on the glass

so I  would cross over to the other side of the road and quicken my steps till I was past that house

I crossed the street
without a crossing guard,

I walked home from school sometimes alone

or else I rode my bike
barefoot and without a helmet

with no fear at all

but for an old woman in a sad pink house
on a corner lot
of an old shell road
in a little town
where danger was a stranger

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