571 Knee Jerk 12-23-15

A young, black, male, 19, maybe.
orange cap covered by a hoody,
long shorts, orange sneakers,
jives down the street,
Jammin’ with his music.

I”m stuck at a red light
as he sidewalk dances by.
I used to smile at such
playful stuff.
But, tonight, in this world of
bullets from all sides, all races, all faiths,
nations bleeding,
refugees drowning,
rage in restaurants,
bombs on boulavards,
something, lizard like, comes
oozing from deep in me.
My fear yells at the traffic light,
“Shit! Turn green! He may be. He might have,
Go! Go! Go!”
Where does this brief, racist, panic moment come from?
I’m not like that!
Some of my best friends…
My eyes flick from dancer to the just quick enough
green light.
I drive away,

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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2 Responses to 571 Knee Jerk 12-23-15

  1. Jim Smith says:

    Sounds like the Ken I remember, a nice guy!

  2. Bonnie Petroschuk says:

    We’ve all been there or somewhere similar, to our shame.

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