Seated on a city bench sipping lemonade
lost in clamor of squealing children and
mechanical skeletons kissing summer skies
a body settled down beside me and
out the corner of an eye I saw
blue bandanna, holey jeans
and when he smiled, gold-toothed grin.
Defensive walls clattered upward,
body language stiffened until he nodded
and said 'good evening miss' and smiled
once more, this time with green eyes.
An hour later he had quoted Heaney, Cave
and Cohen and spun my head with tales
of Memphis belles, delta blues and
We said goodbye and as I walked away
he called out 'Hey miss, come back anytime.
For you, the rides are free'.