Dear bright-eyed wanton
The body is preposterous and sad
We lift ourselves from porcelain
After the same retching our mothers
Once mistook for love
Tomorrow the cavalcade reverts
To the tableau it was before I spoke
Before I saw you born
Like a trickle in a dry creek bed
Nobody parades here unless
There is a victory or death
And their horses high-step
Anachronistically into the teeth
Of traffic it’s a miracle life
Gets done at all and it’s no crime
That it is ugly as all of us I remember
A season you got so tired of common birds
Singing you awake just as you
Were lying down that blue season
Between autumn and winter I startled
A family of mallards from
Their roost as I read the so-called
Obscenities you scrawled in aerosol paint
Beneath the railroad bridge
Cal Freeman was born and raised in Detroit. His writing has appeared in many journals including Commonweal, The Journal, The Cortland Review, and Ninth Letter. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prizes in poetry and creative nonfiction, and his debut collection of poems, Brother of Leaving, comes out in 2015. He currently teaches at Oakland University.
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