Looking for an Eye
Fumbling in the dark, always looking
for an eye, he hurls stones
at his shadow. Voices startle him.
A stranger keeps stalking.
Each time he seems to see,
a finger gets poked in his eye.
He sits on beach steps head against hands.
A child comes up to him.
Can I help you, Mister?
Saying No thanks,
he stares at the Atlantic
then gets up, drifts among
the noises on the boardwalk,
shouts of vendors barking,
Be a Winner! Take a Chance!
All you need is change!
Listens to the laughter, jangle of coins,
amusement rides, roller coaster, fun of lovers.
Passes couples holding hands.
Watch the tram car, please,
a recorded voices shrills out,
Watch the tram car, please…
Dragging questions he walks
on through the night.
Margaret at the Office
Margaret did her duty for thirty years
then crossed the time she decided
was enough. And left. No fuss.
Just an empty cubicle, uncluttered desk,
random papers, a space no longer hers.
I hardly knew her—
a tall woman, platinum blonde, sincere,
shy supervisor. An 8x10 photo
of her shih tzu and bearded collie
lay framed on her grey desk. She spoke
about the labor in their grooming.
I shared the wallet snapshot of my boxer.
On weekdays she had someone
walk her dogs and feed them.
Then she was gone. The day
after Memorial Day she left.
Left without a word. Now
a different face is here. Soon
I’ll not be here. The many times
I see me going that way. First
a lingering, then gone. Something
in her absence doesn’t go away.

