Light Pole

I 

What is this place

I am in?

One foot in darkness

one foot in light?

What is this place?

Where dark buzzards circle

morning, noon and night ?

What is this place

I am in?

Where Amtrak trains whistle by 
unseen tracks

on the other side of the mountains?

II

I sit at the base of the light pole

All around me there are people

on the basketball court

Three Mexican-Americans are doing burpies

listening to soft rock music on the radio.

Across the basketball court

multi-colored Christians come together

to pray to their God.

While African-Americans slap

dominoes on the concrete tables

behind me

I sit at the light pole

reading Shakespeare.

© Spoon Jackson

Find this and fiftyfive other poems in Longer Ago - Poems by Spoon Jackson
Published: 2010

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