Deer Park Poetry Group

...a poem revised after our meeting at The Central last month:


WIDE OPEN


Sipping weak broth from a plastic cup
this southpaw with skinny braids
remembers running home from school
along a narrow walkway
that cut through the cluster of flats
where he used to live

As a young boy he longed to live in New Mexico
today he wonders if chewing apricot seeds
will break down the cancer

but when he is afraid he imagines
curling up in the sleeper
behind the cab of his old truck

After his passion for hunting took over
he built his first blind covering it with camouflage
mindful that geese always feed into the wind

He holds onto this patience for birds now
as he lies here wide open