Rounding the Corner 

     Away walking away from the cafe heart pumping caffeine.

Blood caught in between her blushing cheeks.

Amusia rounded the corner to find the police harassing a hobo right there on the street.

The month was getting late and quotas aren’t a myth, and no one did nothing until Amusia said,

“Hey Friendly did you guys catch that rapist yet?”

Then hurried away because she knows how “friendlys” get.

 

 

Then crying beneath the live oaks face all soaking wet.

Recalling an anti-war protest arrest. Even behind prison bars her voice she still did raise,

“Say brown skinned jailor you’d still be a slave if the dissidents hadn’t strayed.

Now look at you getting paid to fix me to the chains, “Fix me.”

He opened the cell door demanding she step out.

He said take your best shot and put his fists up near his mouth.

She got on her knees to show that she wouldn’t fight him.

He shoved her to her stomach and pushed his pelvis against her bottom.

When she resisted he cuffed her ankle to wrist and for six hours she was “hog tied” one could say.

Though her back sometimes pains her still it carries her away.

 

Walking away to the wharf both barely standing. There she would bet God she could

write something she didn’t hate before the old pier dropped her in the drink.

The whole thing than swayed as if God heard her and agreed.

She picked up a guitar and opened up her mouth and this is the melody that came climbing out..