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Monday's Poem


Photo by Joanne Cornelius

© 2008 J.E. Stanley

October in Mourning

After days of no rain,
the path still damp,
the leaves all drooping.

Back on the asphalt walkway,
the full hips of the woman
ahead of me sway in time
to the Kidneythieves,
singing "Black Bullet"
through my Walkman headphones.

The police car stalking speeders
on Big Creek Parkway
makes me wonder, irrationally,
for the hundredth time,
if my past in Philly
has finally caught up to me.

A couple stares at the sky.
Four buzzards dance
a slow, ominous circle.

On the drive home,
a funeral procession
blocks the intersection
of State and Snow.

I sip the last of the black coffee,
now cold,

J.E. Stanley is an accountant, on again/off again guitarist and member of the deep cleveland Tribe of Poetry. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in 103: The Journal of the Image Warehouse, Amaze: The Cinquain Journal, Asimov's, ByLine, the deep cleveland junkmail oracle, MoonLit, Prism Quarterly, The Rhysling Anthology, Scifaikuest (as featured poet), Sein und Werden, Stray Dog, Three-Chord Poems: The Poetry of Rock & Roll, water*fire*light: Contemporary Poetry in the Mystic Tradition and numerous other publications including the book, Dark Intervals (vanZeno Press) and the chapbook, Dissonance (deep cleveland press).