Gazers, written by Julie Ellinger Hunt and Stan Galloway
Wrapped in Brown Paper
Wrapped in brown paper cut from
grocery bags, all thumbs…but kept tidy
still edges, clean of the black ink left
aside for the address label…born
from dirty thoughts and
sleeplessness, boredom too.
Tragedy struck the neighbor-
hood twice in one month. Left balled
up cans in foundation cracks, litter
collected in curb-side clusters.
Under an awning the package
sits and waits for
postal pickup while a child
quietly whistles a tune in
harmony with a roaring garbage
rain plays in cascades on worn
out roof tops…tickling shingles.
Bade on youth for stronger wrists
grip and tie down. Hold and conquer.
the package leaves the porch for good
it whispers goodbye in paper tongue.
it leaves behind a dry spot under the
awning while rain spews in sideways.