Light Pole

I.

What is this place
Where dark buzzards circle
Morning, noon and night?

What is this place I am in
Where Amtrak trains whistle
By on unseen tracks
On the side of unseen mountains?

What is this place
Where light trickles through
Now and then
Yet does not brighten the darkness?

II.

l sit at the base of the light pole
All around me, there are people.
On the basketball court three
Mexicans are doing burpies, listening
To soft rock music on the radio.

Across the basketball court
Multi-colored Christians come together
To pray to their God.

While African Americans slam
Dominoes on the table
Behind me.

I sit there at the light pole
Reading Shakespeare.

Aus: Spoon Jackson: Longer Ago. 2012 (Lulu)

Spoon Jackson   09.04.2010