I wonder . . . poem by Rebecca Buchanan


I wonder . . .

I wonder about sneakers
laying beside the road
after a night
of no particular consequence
no full moon
a few clouds
but no rain to speak of
a little wind but not enough
to blow a man down
and take his shoes

and work boots in the middle
of the highway
(worse yet) one black work boot
in the middle of the right lane of the highway

and where is this man
walking around with one
black work boot

is he in the factory this morning
refrying beans
for “Mexican original”
and hasn’t he noticed that something is missing

does no one
notice
this limping man
wearing one black work boot
with his other black work boot
in the middle of the right lane of the highway
I am swerving to avoid

but most disturbing to me is the brown bear crumpled in the grass
the sippee cup shattered
on the asphalt
and the pacifier suddenly
under my wheels

where is this baby
who’s lost his security
and will he grow up
to lose his sneakers beside the road
after a night
of no particular consequence

and will he someday
learn to make “original”
Mexican dishes
for TV dinners
while hobbling on one black boot?

I wonder . . .


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