American Post-High Education

American Post-High Education

After work

Juan’s eager to head home

(he is young has a wife)

so we make sure his Dodge is pinned in

Everyone is talking baseball

when a storm of

cottonwood  (who knows how far those

immigrants come) gets

everybody quiet.

“Well, okay you guys” I say to fill up 

a silence as big as

the gym where we

played ball and danced

 

“Okay” they say

moving toward

the doors to

Morrison’s “Gloria”

It’s cool because

it’s never too late

to catch some

young girl’s eye.

Walking the parking lot

I say to no one

“The size of the setting sun

is an illusion

created by the

dust of the earth

and the curvature

of its spine.”

In the truck

I wonder if the one

you chose to drive you home

ever even fingered an original equipment

dashboard choke.

LFM 6/4/13