Something


There
I was
on the brink
of summer,
nothing
happening.
Teaching
a Zoom class
in my apt.,
the dead
weight
of a summer
afternoon
crushing me.
My neighbor
lit his grill
then fired up
his loud speaker
and played
a song –
religious,
southern,
& country.
It swallowed me
like plastic
swallows
the ocean.
The smell
of barbeque
drifted in
through
my window.
I muted
my class,
turned off
the camera
and reclined.
Something
had begun. 

3 thoughts on “Ken Kakareka”

1. Wow!! Powerful. That last line says it all. Brilliant!! Ken, I can always count on you to deliver a tightly constructed poem that reads smooth as glass all the way down to an end line that zaps the reader. Such good stuff!! Thank you.

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   1. Incredible compliment, thanks Laura!

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      1. You’re welcome! Much deserved.

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