by David Spicer
Shakespearean insults, Band-aids, rags, and a plate of redware,
backpack is light as the parachuting blue butterfly I’ve drawn
on my tanned
bicep. Some days, I wish I could buy new clothes to renew
the same day I
live every day, and my early years as a big valley earner
are as much
history as highways I’ve hitchhiked, but roads have waned,
tougher to get a ride than to find a head-popping poem to read,
so now I hop on
freights looking for both the wildflower and the weed.
And when I see
something on the horizon of the purple-feathered dawn,
I’m the dean of
the road, the fastest walker alive, knowing I’ll renew
my ragtag life
one more time, and then I’ll find the wildflower and rare
sticking both into my pocket of holes as a just reward.
David Spicer is a former medical
journal proofreader. He has published poems in Santa Clara Review, Synaeresis, Chiron Review, Remington
Review, unbroken, Third Wednesday, Yellow Mama, CircleStreet, The Bookends Review, The American
Poetry Review, Ploughshares, Gargoyle, The Midnight Boutique, and elsewhere. Nominated
for a Best of the Net three times and a Pushcart once, he is the author of one full-length poetry collection, Everybody
Has a Story (St. Luke's Press) and six chapbooks, the latest of which is Tribe of Two (Seven CirclePress).
He lives in Memphis. His website is www.DavidSpicer76.com/HOME | Mysite
W. Jack Savage is a
retired broadcaster and educator. He is the author of eight books including Imagination:
The Art of W. Jack Savage (wjacksavage.com). To date, more than fifty
of Jack’s short stories and over a thousand of his paintings and drawings have been
published worldwide. Jack and his wife Kathy live in Monrovia, California.