Vested in bright green, he surveys the parking lot
for shopping carts, then drives them one-by-one
into metal corrals. A more able employee will herd them
into the store with a motorized rig. The laborer appears
to like his job, and goes about his business covering
several miles per work day. Does it occur to him
he owes his employment to customer discourtesy?
His limp hinders him a little, and his earbud
listens with spousal forbearance.
For many days now I observe him from my car
that’s also my house. His disabilities borne,
my homelessness endured, nothing can keep us
down when love is felt from any quarter. There's
something intelligent about stacking shopping carts
into a stall where emptiness, like folded hands,
waits for fulfillment.
for shopping carts, then drives them one-by-one
into metal corrals. A more able employee will herd them
into the store with a motorized rig. The laborer appears
to like his job, and goes about his business covering
several miles per work day. Does it occur to him
he owes his employment to customer discourtesy?
His limp hinders him a little, and his earbud
listens with spousal forbearance.
For many days now I observe him from my car
that’s also my house. His disabilities borne,
my homelessness endured, nothing can keep us
down when love is felt from any quarter. There's
something intelligent about stacking shopping carts
into a stall where emptiness, like folded hands,
waits for fulfillment.
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In addition to her full-length poetry book Apocryphal (San Francisco Press), Anna Evas has appeared in literary journals such as THINK Journal, Long Poem Magazine, Michigan Quarterly Review, The Orchards Poetry Review, Irises (The University of Canberra Vice-Chancellor’s International Poetry Prize), The Ekphrastic Review, Euphony, Anglican Theological Review, and others. A recording artist and an award-winning composer of concert-level contemporary classical music, she finds that poetry (using Bach's phrase) is "recreation for the soul."
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