Proximity

I cannot
go to Quebec City
without thinking
of my mother
and how she
left it behind
for Chicago,
though the choice
was not really hers
since grandfather
moved the family
when she
was only two.

She did
not take up
tap dancing
or piano
like other girls,
but took
to baseball
growing up
six blocks
from Comiskey Park
seeing the likes
of Shoeless Joe Jackson
and Eddie Collins
but she never
cared for
Lefty Williams.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

Sunburned

Somewhere there are traffic signals
and instructions
on reconstruction
of civilized laughter.

All roads lead to tap dancing.

Crazy Glue back together
all the promises
you broke
and celebrated with champagne.

All roads lead to a fever.

Eventually a virus finds us.
No matter how well we hide.
No matter our tax bracket.
No matter our haircut.

All roads lead to barking dogs.

Somewhere there are traffic signals.
Yellow still means go very fast.
Thimbles hang from the crossbars
to catch the sleepwalking rain.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney