Barefoot Terrain

by Terri Light

 

in this one
you play the cowboy
and I'll play the artist
that never gets anything done,
kicking impractical shoes in a rage
from room to shady room. you sit in the
corner with your hat tipped low and
wait for the sun to set, the bats to cloud out
from under the bridge and the city to rumble
a contented growl, then strip down to the elements --
two honest misfits in the polka dot night.

 

© 2005 Terri Light

Terri Light is a graphic designer amid the glorious ruins of Detroit. Transplanted to the frontier of the new urban greenbelt from the mountains of Southwest Virginia, she works and teaches at the private school portrayed in The Virgin Suicides and spends time encouraging native plants to prosper in abandoned lots. Her poetry appears in current or forthcoming editions of ducts.org, Eclectica, horse less review, The Hiss Quarterly and nthposition.