June 23, 2024
Poetry
Sunny, Confused, Ice Cream
Artwork by DALLE
Sunny And now the sun appears – an arrogant schoolboy staring through my window – What am I doing? Just looking. he says. You know him – belligerent student, schoolyard bully, “Born to hang” my high school teaching father would have said. Now, of course, it’s most apt to shoot up a school, supermarket, workplace. The sun is out. We try not to draw too much attention, hide under hats, sunscreen, behind curtains, under awnings designed for hiding, school desks, church pews, break rooms. Confused And lovers in the secret sheets of night “You preach to me of laws, you tie my limbs” Iris Tree Night is the great enabler. She knows those things we might not do in the light of day. She is the reason for local curfews and why parents want the inherently promiscuous in by 10:00. So much theft, so many hearts, even big city crime lights can’t stop this smash and grab of emotion – love and lust confused for each other so often in the sheltering dark. Ice cream That girl in the tank top and apron, in the ice cream shop, Foundry Day festival. She was death. She gave me an extra scoop for being old – chocolate chip cookie dough – my favorite. Slightly older than my eldest granddaughter. Enjoy it. she said and winked.
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Douglas K Currier holds an MFA in Poetry, University of Pittsburgh, and writes poetry in English and Spanish. He has published in several journals. He is the author of four collections of poetry in Spanish and two in English.
