There
is a problem on our block
The old woman
who drives the gold 1963 Ford
Falcon
found a litter of kittens in
her hosta bushes.
The mother moved the kittens
three times, first to the
empty dog house,
where the woman had laid a carpet
remnant,
then to a hole she had dug
near the stone fence,
then to somewhere quite
unknown.
Kids found the mother
dead, run-over in the street.
Miss Emma has all the
unemployed men
in the neighborhood out
searching.
They are climbing ladders
and crawling under porches.
They are opening broken doors
and shining lights into
abandoned houses.
Everyone is listening very
very carefully.
She has me searching too.
Pediatrician Kelley White
worked in inner city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her
poems have appeared in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA.
Her most recent books are Toxic Environment (Boston Poet Press) and Two
Birds in Flame (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania
Council on the Arts grant.
This sad poem is well done. The repetition is effective, the simplicity sublime. I am deeply touched.
ReplyDeleteDear Kelly,
ReplyDelete"There is a problem on our block" Draws the reader in to the point
of wanting to help solve the problem, asking his self, where?
Mystery of your story to share. Thanks for the writing.
Yancy
Nice read, thanks Kelley
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