A Glimpse

poetry

A glimpse, through a curtained window
Of a family of parents and children in kitchen, around the table,
late on a summer afternoon—And I thought from my view
Of a time when those close, and whom I love, were seated there, and
Seated huddled over chairs, that they could reach the colored game pieces;
A faint giggle, amid the shuffle of chairs and chatter—of laughter and
Joy and company,
There I discovered, a truth undeniable, sharing life together,
Perhaps nothing else could be asked.

Fellas

poetry

I know three fellas
aint got a line to walk
aint got a line to talk
neither
but they’re walkin’
and talkin’
and damned if they ain’t
brand knew! But they are
and they’re fakin’ it
and they’re makin’ it
and baby, that’s just fine
‘cuz some fellas just aint
meant to talk no stuff
or walk no lines