A couple of dealers on a car chase through the back roads with semi-autos. We just happened to be there, as lots of folks in cities are when these things happen.
Pow-pow-pow!
To be shot at
in the night,
to awaken, rolling eyes
seeing everything, in case
this is the last Technicolor pan
ever—braced for the big jump
out of time.
Pow-pow-pow!
Automatic punches holes
through aged farmhouse walls,
while we thin to a mere inch.
There goes lead
right through the house
and all my liberal pronouncements.
I saw him ride
near last night,
His Honor, Mr. Bones,
His coming
heavy thunder.
But—our horseshoe was up—
and today we comprehend
Passover.
Sweeping up the plaster and glass,
I am—today—lucky!
My beautiful son alive says,
“Here are the bullets, Mommy!”
Small, shapeless
slugs of Chaos
scattered across
our living room floor.
Oh dear God you bring back memories that I try to forget when bullets shattered my living room window when I lived in New York. Thank God none of you were hit, as HE was watching and protecting....
Indeed, fortunate: those who steal a car or run from the police do not think of the innocents that suffer as a result of a high speed chase. Excellently penned, taut verse keeps the reader on the edge of their seat, giving a sigh of relief at the end. Well done, Juliet.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Be always safe,
Karen
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.