One Stop Poetry, One Shoot Sunday Challenge
photo by Rob Hanson
Hey ya remember that–
remember that bridge we saw Vinny?
Man that was a good one, eh?
he looks up in the sky
used to the airless bog swamping
him a reply, deaf to the dry death of
another root that seem, he thinks, to sink
as time goes
Arched right over like a dang rainbow–
a rainbow Vinny, in the sky
and we was what?
he looks down at his oldest, wisest
and most intelligent companion
Twenty? Thirty? Kids, Vin, kids.
We was good looking, you know?
Me and you, we was.
his eyes, those eternal knots
wrinkle into his own charm
as if he had a pipe, a rocking chair
I could reach so far, still farther than you Vin
We was shelter, man, and shade and life all over us.
Remember that Vinny?
Yeah, me too. Some day–
some day me and you, we’re gonna
he takes a small breath
and looks into the water
a barren pool for miles
he trails his roots, watches a
raindrop ripple away his reflection
he decides is sad
We’re gonna be alright, you and me, Vin.
a crane swoops.
Shit man Vinny now did you see that?