by Tony Lindsay
There are poems that cause one to remember, and there are poems that make memories. A truly great poet can create a poem that does both. Carolyn Marie Rodgers was such a poet.
47th & Vincennes/Chicago
dark children
running in the streets
joyscreaming about a kite
dark children
clomping up and down on
half heels no heels half soled shoes
dodging chunks of glass
joyscreaming about a kite
a kite
that flies no higher than
the two story liquor store
they stream in front of
don't these children know
that kites will fly
higher
much higher
than two story liquor stores.
II
a dog dances around
these children
sure-footed fast tipping
dances, like a ballerina
on his tender toes-
the dog speaks, the dog knows
of
too much glass.
III
a man
in a deuce and a quarter
is staring daggers at me.
when I look,
i can see him through my
rear view mirror
he knows that soon i am going
to leave this space/
my motor is humming. . . .
he does not understand what
is taking me so long
why my head is bent towards
the pad in my lap
how could he know
i am
busy, writing poems
about liquor stores and dark children
with tender footed dogs and kites
and dusky proud men who sit and stare
daggers at me, while flaunting their
expensive pride,
in deuces and quarters
on 47th street.
3.8.70
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