By Robert Halleck
a year my friend visits Pelican Bay.
the harsh fluorescent lights he sits
a plastic chair as he waits for a shuffling
boy—the son of a long-dead
The son inherited his father's
Bay is his last stop after a rape
and a death in a Folsom prison
fight. In 27 years he may be paroled.
friend will visit him twice a year
he is no longer able to do so.
Robert Halleck is a retired banker living in Del Mar, California with
his muse, Della Janis. He has been writing poetry since 1958. Poetry is more
than a hobby but it does not crowd out other activities such as golf, autocross
racing, and caregiving through Stephen Ministries. His poetry has appeared in Chiron,
Yellow Mama, Third Wednesday,
and Main Street Rag. He is a member
of San Diego's Not Dead Yet Poets and hopes to continue as a member for a long