Count all our change. Do we have enough for beer?

THE WAY IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED BY PETER M GORDON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16

Count all our change.

Do we have enough for beer?

Those last two soldiers look lonely

Behind some buzzing fluorescents

Guarding the deep recesses of

Sal’s Convenience Store fridge.

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We’ll skip across Sheep Meadow

Where oak trees obscure the skyline

Bees buzz like the old days

When the Canarsie Indians sought honey

To flavor savory smoke

And sweeten their long houses.

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Beer buzz fuzzes our brains

Stumbling over obscure sidewalk cracks

We hang on each other

All the way back to your flat

Kicking off loafers

We tumble together

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Lie in pools of sweat

Bare breeze ruffles the white blinds

Listen to the street buzz

Outside your window

Crowds dancing like bees dance

Savoring mysterious sweet pleasures.

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PETER M GORDON

I always loved reading poetry, but never thought I’d ever write any. I was trying to write an essay about taking my oldest son to college, and it came out as a poem. I’ve been writing poetry ever since.