Little Miracles

Little Miracles

My heart's so heavy
with memory today.
I can write it down as fiction
but I don't know what to say.
The cats are on the front porch
they don't listen to me.

What I see are
the little miracles
that make up my life.
Cell phone haikus
to the ghost of my wife.
Hipster concubines
and neon that lights up the night
it just don't seem right.

Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
as Miss Twila takes note of it all.

What she see is nine to five
as she walks the last mile.
Over and over like Groundhog day
gathering her fingerprint file.
Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
and just go out in style.

The downtown crown in a hologram fight
shadows white-out on white
they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.

Because my heart's so heavy
with memory today.
I can write it down as fiction
but I don't know what to say.
The four horsemen of the apocalypse
in line to pay to play.

-Will Dockery
3-21-23