shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Richard Widerkehr


Passing A Soccer Field On The Bus To Victoria, B.C.

for Linda

In the dark, I turned, lifting my head from your head
pressed against mine, turned and saw the field
in the floodlights, empty except for three men

on the sidelines at midfield. Pearl-gray goalposts.
How the men stood hunched in the black rain,
almost as if waiting. No game to chew over,

not one spoke. As we passed by, you slept,
and I didn't see what I had seen in the rain,
in the night, this afterlife we entered for a while.