New York jazz music
plays from the inside
of a red car that is being hung out to dry.
A silvered man pushes a lawnmower
up the hill.
He turns into the street
and starts revving it.
He walks alongside the cars
mowing the tar.
Last night
Kim’s sister had a bad car accident.
Internal bleeding.
Burst bladder.
Broken pelvis.
I walk to Kim; she is not home.
The house cries for continued faith.
A pink tricycle stands in the driveway.
My shoelace comes undone
I bend down to tie it.
Last year
The same school shoes sank into cemetery sand
while I listened fixedly
to the eulogy for Kim’s brother.
22.
Leukemia.
The beige car drives up.
I climb in.
radio show talk
Accented doctor in interview.
Quote
“So, Wendy, did you have a lumpectomy or a radical mastectomy?”
Unquote
Wendy is a recovered patient.
Kim is a patient recoverer
Who deserves no wounds
Only reflected love.
oscarelizondo
I love this piece, very creative. You style is anything I ever seen, okay, heard, but I enjoy the flow. So free, so unique, keep it rolling, great work.
Margot Saffer replied
:-) thanking you. For the comment, and the encouragement.
beached clam
Just think…if you hadn’t stopped by my bubble, I may have never run into yours. Beautiful writing – I like sparse words that convey everything.
Margot Saffer
thank you
:-) yup … gotta love how it works… glad I stopped by your bubble, btw