Author: Tamiko Lowery

Nightcap

walk the dog

look for

“the man in the moon”

but just saw

the moon

trees stretched

across the street

thinking about something

about nothing

end of the day

three stars in a line

one foot

in front

of the other

distance

and time

TL

Cowboys

no amount

of moisturizer

can iron out

the inevitable

Sean Connery

can’t be Bond forever

Clark Gable is Gone With the Wind

Elvis blew up and left the building

Gregory Peck took a Roman Holiday from Finch

James Dean was a Rebel

Dan Rather’s on cable

and John F Kennedy, Jr.

never saw it coming

live too old

die too young

TL

Granted

never knew

the sun

‘cept when it was gray

never knew

the rain

‘cept when it was dust

never knew

the wind

‘cept when it was still

never knew

the moon

‘cept when it was dark

never knew

the day before

‘cept when it was after

TL

Morning

and she’s

at the table

with her notepad

and her pen

and she’s asking,

“How would you like your eggs?”

and then she goes

through the spiel  

and I say what I always say

and she goes away

with her notepad

and her pen

and her spiel

and I take a break for her

and change the oil

from black to beige

and wonder what

his story is

the guy a booth over

eating his way through

“all-you-can-eat-pancakes”

and he doesn’t

really want ‘em

but he eats ‘em

as if he’s gotta make up

for that person

the one who stood him up

the one he’s been waiting for

the one who never turned up

and they take away his sticky plate

and bring him a fresh stack

and he darts his eye around the room

and we pretend not to notice

and the couple to the left

haven’t spoken

save their order

like they said

all there was to say

when they were twenty

and seventy

just wants a waffle

with a side of bacon

and a can of oil

and somebody just left a tip

jangle of change

and there’s a line waiting

to go out

and a line waiting

to go in

TL

Gradual

the granules

add up

over time

and beaches form

and the granules

they stick

to the bottom

of your bare sole

and you trek

from pier to pier

and turn the faucet full

and spray away

bags of brown sugar

packed

and through the deluge

 a few specks

make it

in

tucked between

a toe or two

and find the floor

and get swept away

out the door

into the day

and another bare sole

happens by

and somehow

there’s a sift

a siren’s call

and the grains that were

are no more

swallowed up

they were

and tossed about

and over time

a bed is made

and the sea sleeps

and dreams

of a new shell

a perfect conch

and the sand dollars drift

and the crabs fight to keep their shields

the coral porous

a watercolor wall

against a mirrored moon

there a Milky Way

to bathe in

the wind a towel

and the ocean

combs the seaweed strands

and shaves the foam

from the face

clean and bright

full of light

and at the edge

another toe

takes a dip

a granule sift

TL

Note

ride around

in my car

down the same streets

looking for what

no answer in the fountain

just wasted wishes there

the train is coming

down the track

on time

and the coffee

in my cup

is cold

but I drink it

anyway

and the blue bird

teeters on the tip of a tree

that hasn’t formed its height and width

and I can hear a rumble

overhead

looks like a shark to me

and my head is aching

like my heart

and I haven’t a word to say

to you

that you haven’t heard

so I’ll sit where I sit

then get up

and run

somewhere

TL

The Lamp

my grandmother

never forgave my mother

for selling the fine China,

the furnishings

and all the antiques

especially the lamp

the one with the hand-painted roses

etched across two globes

of course, there were many things, she never forgave

but these were the tangibles

and it didn’t matter

if the plant had closed

if Dad had lost his job

if the house had to be sold

the white, two-story one on Three Rivers Road

it didn’t matter

if we flew South

if a marriage didn’t make it

if what was lost

hadn’t a thing to do

with what was auctioned off

it didn’t matter

if the fine China,

the furnishings

and all the antiques

especially the lamp

the one with the hand-painted roses

etched across two globes

no, it didn’t matter

if it all came back

it only mattered

to her

and so

Gram,

you’d be happy to know

yesterday

I found a little lamp

with hand-painted roses

etched across one globe

and thought of you

and how I wish …

you were alive

to give it to

TL

Maybe

she had

her head

down

forehead pressed

against the wheel

her long hair

hanging like curtains

she wasn’t dead

turned her head

to the left

then back to center

maybe it was about money

or the lack of it

maybe it was about her kids

or the lack of it

maybe it was about her husband

or the lack of it

maybe it was about her job

or the lack of it

maybe it was about her family

or the lack of it

maybe it was about her home

or the lack of it

maybe it was about everything

or the lack of it

TL

Moments

tiny and I

were watching

people go by

and wired were we

from free

mocha shots

swinging our feet

to an internal beat

and sipping sweetly

above a whip cream rim

she told me

about her day

how she made a crown,

a necklace and raced around

how Jack doesn’t like girls

but plays with her anyway

and then she sings …

“Alligator Pie, Alligator Pie,

if I don’t get some

I think I’m gonna die …”

and she whistles

and winks

and sticks out her tongue

and says,

“Ok, I’m done,

now, let’s go do

something fun”

TL

“With Friends Like That”

if you love

anybody

right away

just as they are

you’re in for it

for the gift

of love

is it

where’s there

left to go

when there’s

nothing

above it

only below

so if you’re

feeling

anything

anything at all

best you wait a bit

and see it through

past the fuzzy hue

and you, and you, and you

for when it all

goes south

it’s only then

you’ll see

what love is

really

if you were right

all along

or wrong as wrong could be

if you love

anybody

right away

the day

will come

albeit

a week, a month, a year

when it’ll be too late

to take it back

and then what a mess …

what a friend

you turned out

to be

TL

Love

don’t leave it

there

pick it up

and put it

in your pocket

and take it

with you

TL

Why

but he was

just on the phone

he said he was

on his way home

we were going

to watch a movie

“The Last of the Mohicans”

I don’t understand what you’re saying …

we were just on the phone,

and he’s coming home

TL

Fighter

to the kid

in the corner

don’t lie there long

GET UP

GET UP

GET UP

wait for

the opening

one, two

one, two

one, two

that’s you

that’s you

that’s you

fight for it

for everything

you don’t have

yet

TL

Bill Robinson

he used to shuffle in

his possessions

under arm

sacked in rumpled paper

cave fire in his eyes

like an old lion

he’d take stock

of the jungle

and eye an empty throne

and on the descent

he’d let out the breath

he was holding

and wherever he chose

to reign

you’d hear his deep, low growl

and whatever you said

he knew the verse

like he wrote it

wild words loved him

he could take

the balled up page

somebody trashed

and make it move

like wind on water

and you could swim

in that channel

dawn to dusk

from key to key

without tire

TL

Balance

we live

on the same planet

yet, for each of us, it’s

a different world

our story

a universal rhyme

but within each line

a note

unto ourselves

read by one

not by all

the need, the want

the dream, the nightmare

and if you’ve suffered

some at all

then you know

the tears that travel

through time and space and class

for there is love

for the pauper and the prince

the saint and the sinner

and the greater it is

the deeper the death

this love you’ve found

in this life you live

ever greater still

would not it be

the sorrow that was never yours

the love you never had

to lose

TL

Forecast

Friday night

two-lane street

dot of lights

strung neath a sliver

window watch

fist of coins drop

in the slot

almost hear

the whirl

of the dryer

and there’s frost tonight

snow sometime

morrow

grab a buggy

hope the wheels

don’t stick

cross it off the list

and there’s a guy on the corner

of high traffic

and he’s mopping the floor

old school

as a young gun

pushes through double doors

hauling boxes of juice down the aisle

and he calls out to the guy with the mop

“Hey, Mr. Wire. How ya doing tonight.”

and he says, “Good.”

back and forth

and it’s gonna be a long night

from the look of things  

steady stream

in and out

and old Mr. Wire

he’s got nowhere

to go

but back and forth

TL

Take It

was it right

all the wrong

this little girl

over her shoulder

sees the dawn

and knows it now

what was right

what was wrong

take the blood

take the bones

take the heart

take the memory

but forget

the soul

for it moves on

and on and on and on

TL

Night Falls

and the stars

in the sky

look the same

cardboard box

or prison pane

multi estate

or backstreet alley

seafaring vessel

or locomotive ribbon

concert stage

or welfare line

boardroom

or bathroom

country road

or city street

mountaintop

or silent sea

cycle lane

or Harley hog

ringside

or bar side

football field

or distant knoll

courthouse clock

or vacant lot

treetop

or mud hole

third world

or Disney

hat

no hat

TL

Faith

the track they see

is open and free

if only they could run it

run it for me

 

the sky before night

is a palette of passion

if only they could see it

see it for me

 

the steel of a guitar

the depth of a sax

the weeping of a violin

the wave upon wave of lapping keys

the boom da boom da boom of dealing drums

if only they could hear it

hear it for me

 

the touch of a hand

barely a butterfly

like a baby’s breath

if only they could feel it

feel it for me

 

the kiss of the sun, the hold of the moon, the jewel of a star

the loss of leaves for greener ones

the high wind a distant breeze

the lilies of the valley say, “I do”

the dust of snow in your hair

the rain, the rain, the rain

the fog and the dew

the clouds of dust that show the road

the well with a wish at the bottom

the wheat in the field

the roots rising, the tiny plant punching up

the rocks of the river in surrender

the mountains shadowed and symbolic

and the prism turns up in a frown

and left you

a smile

bottle it for me

TL

 

Measured

at the light

a standard style truck

braked at the front

of the line

never saw the faces

just the backs

small forms of white

the smallest to the left

neither turned

nor talked

the sky gray-blue

the wind a memory

what was the necessity

packages or papers or property or prescriptions

ever it was

there was a purpose

a plan, a priority, a process

and at the appropriate speed

they went

about their way

TL