Hood
A
good block.
More
chalk
on the
sidewalk
than
blood.
Seniors
in lawn
chairs
and kids
jumping
rope
not targets
in a
drive-by
shooting
gallery.
Special
Looks
and taste
hidden
by her
job
and a
hair net.
A
hot dish
turned
cold
in the
waitress
uniform.
Street
clothes
and let
down
mane
outside
of the
coffee shop
reheat
her
like a
microwave.
Tab
Drinkers
hold
glasses
with
both
hands.
Afraid
to fall in
and go
under.
A slice
of
lime
is not
a
life raft.
Ice cubes
are
bergs,
sinking
them.
Realistic
Not
asking
more
from the
moment
than it
knows.
Not
believing
it can
give
above
its means.
Knowing
that
anything
from it
is
a form
of
charity.
Seek
A
rusty
hinge
on the
mind's
attic
door.
Have to
oil and
turn
the
doorknob
gingerly
to let
wit
out of
its
hiding
place.
Gregory Liffick has had several poems published in print and online journals, as well as two chapbooks. He is also a teacher, artist and musician.
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