— a poem by Wayne F. Burke

I was alone in the court yard
until a guy wearing red socks
and an army cap turned backwards
sat and rolled a cigarette and
started to read a paperback;
then some pigeons flitted down
from trees
and another guy walked through
reading text messages
and a girl on a bicycle
who looked like an Italian movie star
glided past
as a silver bird soared overhead
through a blue sky
and another girl, with jugs that moved
like a water bed,
pulled a dog past on a leash,
and then everything returned to normal:
trees stood
sun shined
earth turned
and I was alone.

The Poet: Wayne Burke's work has appeared in FORGE, miller's pond, and Northeast Corridor. He was poet-of-the-month in Bareback, 7-13.
