Jeffrey's sock is all the way up,
his pantleg goes down over the other,
his shirt is untucked and his hair is messy,
he's the cutest thing I ever saw
and his eyes have a friendly depth
like a deep pond in the backyard.
He just ran into the room
and gave the top of my head a kiss.
Every evening I walk up a steep hill
to see if the sunset will be pretty.
I check the clouds like a fisherman
checks his lines and his nets. Ooh, I say, pointing,
those could be good. We're gonna have a good one.
At the top of the hill we wait.
Pinks streak and a dark black helicopter
descends onto the roof of the Children's Hospital.
It's not so beautiful, and it's noisy,
but I believe a child's life is being saved,
or chilled organs are in a rush to be saving.
The clouds don't pay off exactly. We hike back down.
On the last turn, I stop beside a house with giant windchimes
hung high in a second, really third, story window.
I want to hear them sound, and the wind perks up,
but the loud cars are hurrying home
and there's another helicopter overhead.
I run to catch up to Jeffrey and take his hand. Maybe tomorrow
there will be a really good sunset
and I will hear the windchimes.
At home I hold onto Jeffrey tight
and we examine each other constantly,
hoping the other is not too sad.
The clouds don't pay off exactly // we examine each other constantly, hoping the other is not too sad. !!!
ReplyDeleteSensory!! Love "but I believe a child's life is being saved," First poem I've seen with a helicopter - twice! Also did not know all I needed to do was untucked shirt, messy hair and uneven pantlegs. Thanks for the tip. Very cool - helicopters and hope. A symbol of hope? Wow. MASH like?
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