Navigating homeward
Carrying your tuba
Newspaper
Like you could blow
Pushing your stroller
Suitcase
As if you could know
The man sitting across
Diagonal
Eyes down
Hands in lap
On the street a man blowing balloons
And twisting balloons to shape the world
And blowing smoke
A twisted grin and something
Unintended to his audience
Below a man
Beady eyes
A girl across
Fiery and young
Eight
He leers
Peekaboo
Speaks to her
“You got a boyfriend?”
Spits on the floor
Again
Again
She turns and hugs her mother
Smile on her face
Warm
Not thinking as I do
About Me
- Richard Patterson
- I recently earned my B.A. from NYU, majoring in Dramatic Literature, Theatre History, and the Cinema and minoring in Creative Writing. I especially love long walks, poetry, and theatre. I lived in London for a year, but I currently live in New York City, where I'm deputy theatre editor at musicOMH.com and work at a major play publishing house.
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