Poetry Issue 4

   Issue 4: January - June 2005

Simeon Dumdum Jr.


Unless someone else puts the guitar back

Into its case and then carries it home,

After the final song that celebrates

True love, and the crowd chases the young couple

Walking away, drawing behind a bridesmaid

Who catches the restless eye of the cleaner,

Who drops his cleaning and rushes outside

To get a glimpse of her as, with a wave

Of the hand, she descends into the car

As into the sea, and he who is carrying

The guitar picks up a limp, little rose

From the chaos abandoned by the cleaner,

Since it too might want to be somewhere else,

The last to go from the church is the cleaner.