Me and brother Bobby
prompt-write a poem about a specific place — a particular house or store or school or office
it was a big square stucco house
the gold color of Van Gogh’s
a full front porch; four steps
a Methodist church on one side
a tombstone memorial on the other
we lived in half; the side of the church
the sculptor and wife in the other half
no tree grew on our portion of the block
tho one was planted by my brother Albert
it grew alongside the house, reached
my bedroom screened, double window
i loved that tree, dreamed often
a hero would climb it to save me
from a kidnapper who climbed it first
neither one ever did.
