by lee r. rorman
Local here, the streets potholed and littered; franchised
trash biodegraded glum shuffled forward then moonwalking back
against auto tires resting and pinched by curbs brushed
with silt smoke butts and mud scars married and folded there.
Rusted pickup, fenders blistered, pitted trembling swallowed
in exhaust creepy crawls near this affirming the known and
agreed. Tavern open Ed and Al inside same tales told retold.
Anger and old grievances brought the Remington pulled from
the rack over the seat and carried in. Reports loud ringing
ears innocents floor grabbing trembling hands over ears. Too
much to process here with two dead locals. Why here where life
happens habitually consistently stoically expectantly?
Tomorrow a breeze pushes a gum wrapper unnoticed near a lamp