This Sussex County country boy knows how
to weld scrap into a cross
between a trebuchet and a carny ride
knows how to pick the perfect gourd
from his fecund field, knows how to win
the trophy of the chubby, bearded man
sportin’ a pumpkin over his head like Atlas.
Wants to show it off to Alice
who listens as he plucks his guitar
Ground Control to Major Tom.
His hair slicked back in a pony tail
he brushes hers into a black fall.
He pushes her wheelchair
down the ramp he built
longs to hear her rattly gasp
when he catapults his orange ammo
and splits the buttermilk sky.
© by Liz Dolan.
Used with the author’s permission.