Sheba
I
never knew who opened the door
I
heard the tires screech and the thump from inside the house
I
ran across the lawn and the road
and
sat on the curb with her still head in my lap, stroking her silky black coat
as
I watched the car disappear in the distance
The
Girl with Light Brown Hair
Walking
back to the dorm one winter afternoon
She
caught up with me and we chatted awhile
Then
she turned to me and said
“You
know, you remind me of Clark Gable.”
“I
don’t look anything like him.”
“Yes,
the way you walk, and the way you hold yourself.”
I
thought nothing of it and we went our separate ways
Months
later, on the night we were called to the bar
A
stranger followed her home with a knife
Sometimes
I think about the girl
Who
looked at me and saw a star
The Answer
The
nurse said I should hold her
so,
not knowing what to do,
I
took her, wrapped in a blanket,
in
my arms.
I
looked into her face
perfect,
beautiful, blue,
and
gave her back.
I
found the hospital chapel
Quiet,
peaceful, still.
After
I don't know how long
I
looked up and asked
“Why?
Why did this happen?”
And
after a while, I left.
Tourists
After a day of sightseeing
under the warm blue June sky,
footsore, tired, and thirsty,
we bypassed the Louvre, on the bank
of the Seine,
and opted for a different kind of
art,
a sweet, creamy slice of gâteau
St. Honoré
in a café
instead.
Victor Kennedy teaches English and American
literature at the University of Maribor, Slovenia. He is the author of several
books and articles on songs and song lyrics, including Strange Brew, and
editor of collections including Words and Music, and Symphony and
Song. His poems have been published in Trouvaille and Crumbs.
He is the guitarist for the surf band Strici iz ozadja and bassist for the rock
band Invite (songs available on Youtube).
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