Jasmine, a poem
On my daily walk
A nice man in a big truck with a big dog named Duke waits for me to pass
The child in me almost says “run,” but now I'm a big man ready to defend
“I enjoy watching you on the news,” he says
Duke seems to agree.
I pass that wind chime and pretend it's all mine
It releases the most beautiful music
I carry a stick, to which a man on a bike says with a smile, “Ah, you have one of those wife beaters.”
My professor said that problem would never go away, so long as even one man thinks he's superior to women.
An old man waves
He's concerned he found his screen door open
I try convince him it was probably just the wind
He won't hear it and says now he's really getting scared
In the pavement the name JASMINE
How did I miss that yesterday?
A quick and simple nudge from higher power
Pray for Jasmine.
The neighbor with three small children
She wants to talk
Alas, I know high fences make for good neighbors, but catch me on my walk
James M. Doughty