Brother left on roller skates
(the last time we saw him, that is)
in Mama's best matching red vest and skirt,
Daddy's felt wharf hat pulled down just over his brow,
and great-grandmother's fashionable gloves.
(Great-grandmother was high society, you know.)
Brother was lanky as an August string bean—
dumb as one too—
but how he made those skates go,
oh, and go
And we never did see him again.
Randy Boone hails from Kunkletown, PA. He currently teaches writing and literature courses at Northampton Community College where he also serves as faculty advisor for the college's Poetry Club. His recent publications include poems in Time of Singing, Shemom, Long Story Short, The Penwood Review, Red Poppy Review, Heavy Hands Ink, Spout, and Down in the Dirt. Randy can often be found lurking about thrift stores, coffee shops, and candy stores.