holy day up date
passing st. joe’s at three in the afternoon on good friday
the masses
are leaving mass
and spreading out
in a quasi-theological
diaspora
to the four corners
of conway AR
and beyond
with blood and flesh
in them
they cross
their hearts
and begin to cross
the street in front of me
i wave an elderly woman
through the
cross walk
but she is nearly
struck
by a car coming
the opposite direction
through my window
i mouth these words
to the other
less considerate driver
can’t you see she’s mourning
Nice, man. I, too, have written a similar poem about St. Joes and that intersection. Used “cross” quite a bit as well.
Very apropos. I appreciate your vision. You see more than most.
See you in a few hours.
Me gusta mucho.