Member Poem

The road crew assembled some using a push broom
sweeping into edges of K-rails placed to stem
the Laurel Canyon hillside mudbath's doom
Customers convened sipping coffee on the patio
occasionally glancing up from their I-phones
their soon to come up number
signaled by the waving of a rag reflecting
in the freshly waxed glow
Average consumers ventured outside again in relief
rushing around madly in their self absorption
oblivious to the promise of the covenant rainbow
or even reinstating a hint of belief
The vending machine stocker whistled down the hallway claiming to himself he merely
liked the echo
while the gray pallor faced city mortician
caught a ghostly brief reflection of his white labcoat
spraying disinfectant on the steel table
having just finished attaching the final tag on the toe
of Portland's frozen homeless pulled out of store's doorway-
Crazy bag lady Mary-Machine gunner veteran Tom- Schizoid babbler Dick Changey n' one John Doe.
1-13-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson