Found in the Park, and: Love Poem for the Blue Buick Going North on Nevada, and: The Kitchen is Dark

181 FOUND IN THE PARK That big pink lady in the park with two kids running circles around her hard steps, clamped her gum and said: "n.e.r.v.o.u.s. and walking helps, that's why." So the husband sent her "straight across the grass, head for that wall over there, that wall across the grass, and wait, and we'll be down later." LEIGH WILLIAMS LOVE POEM FOR THE BLUE BUICK GOING NORTH ON NEVADA A lone Ford signals its distress: no lane change, no U, and no left turn. LEIGH WILLIAMS 182 THE KITCHEN IS DARK In times when lies Leap at the kitchen door, You crouch with the tattered, Blackened scraps of paper bags, Aware of the way light falls, Deviating on the sagging floor. You follow, when you can, The edge of shade marking Your narrow circumstance. This projected movement Falters: black lines cross, Tangled on the paper, Fall jagged to the floor. The dark eye wandering Cannot be sustained. It drops from the hand. LEIGH WILLIAMS ...