Inner-city Hugs
“Momma, can I have a…”
“I’m running late
Maybe tonight.”
“Daddy can we go to…”
“Maybe when I come visit this week-end.”
Daily door shut
Daily silence
“Charlie, can I hold you tight?”
Woof Woof, Woof Woof
How goes it?
So goes it
Video games before lunch
Stick ball around three
Cartoons run into supper
Bologna and spam on mayo spread toast
Little Wonder Bread meatballs for Charlie
Flip on the cop shows…solitary
The day behind me
Clocks tick
Faucets drip
Toilet keeps running
Fire escape beep hole adventures
NR rated neighborhood stories
Red lights come on
Spoke-wheels glitter through their turf
Dudes sportin’ funny fur coats on hot summer nights
Ice pick heels clickin’ city-slave songs
Beer bottle hail storms
Shard-sparkling drifts in gutter’s once flowing
Just another day
Just another night
Grandma saunters in
Complains of 3-flight routine
“Bannister’s loose,” she says
“Careful, or gonna break your butt one day,” I says
“You makin’ fun,” she says
“No, grandma. Just thinkin’ sad thoughts.”
“C’mer, child,” she says. “You okay?”
Grandma’s eyes are palm trees and sunsets
Tree huts and swimmin’ holes
Wooded trails with Charlie a-runnin’
Love without rules
Love without boundaries
“Can I have a hug, Grandma?
I remember rear window very well. Jimmy Stewart always played his parts well, even in a wheelchair.
Ron