Ann Arbor Review


Geoffrey Philip
Joseph McNair
Chris Lord
Coleman Barks
Dave Etter
Elisavietta Ritchie
Sam Cornish
Duane Locke
Karyn Wolven
Marisella Veiga
Michael D. Long
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Alan Britt
Shutta Crum
Steve Beaulieu
Gerald Clark
Mary E. Finlan
Fred Wolven


A young pregnant woman grips her purse
& strolls across our parking lot
A canvas awning barely leans forward
inching shade across my table
The continuous brush of cars
over the nearby road
Two businessmen sit next to me
& talk about fishing & the weather
(Can you imagine?  Solitude struggling
at the end of a fishing line?)
Unseen birds scrape tiny washboards in a nearby tree
The sky unties its silk skirt
A police siren's hypodermic
intensifies for a moment
then recedes into the upper thigh of the horizon
A pair of blue high heels
scrape & click behind me
A tiny solitude pushes itself slightly
from my breast pocket
like a white cotton handkerchief
There is a bluegreen building made of glass
& the cough of a tractor trailer
removes the handkerchief from my pocket
A few brown leaves break loose
from a half-covered maple
& the wind carries this flock of leaves
for a very short distance
They may just as well
have landed in my blood
except that on this day
my arms cannot leave my body
& my feet are firmly locked inside their shoes
Another square truck rolls by
its gears chattering the whole way
I scan the horizon
A brown butterfly dips behind a metallic blue Mercedes
Jet vapor stretches from one side of the sky
to the other
like a loose strand of nylon
hanging from the side of a sock
A polite stranger borrows
my extra chair -- it must be lunch time now
as the crowd slowly descends
here on the patio of the American Cafe

Alan Britt, Reisterstown, Maryland


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