Five Pound Sack

Paul juggled doubts.
Six of them.

Whether to visit Jackson, Mississippi
and its old black neighborhoods.

If he should wear stone washed jeans
that looked like a cloud puff sky.

If he should pin-drop every pothole in Albuquerque
and send the map to the city.

If planting a cross in his dead lawn
will resurrect it.

Which presidents’ heads
to carve out of russet potatoes.

Whether to take his sweet time
on the dance floor.

One by one, Paul tosses his doubts
to the audience.

copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney

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