My Word of the Month Poetry Challenge poem

Hi everyone,

Here’s my Word of the Month poem.

where you find it

mechanic by trade
garage behind the house
early polio victim
knuckled around on powerful arms
shriveled legs swiveling forward

four front teeth top and bottom
wife with twisted body
disturbed reclusive son
unsmiling mother-in-law
keeping things together

taught me how to collect bird wings
let me pick pears still green
paid me five dollars to letter
a sign for his garage

one moonless night
played hide-and-seek
with his son and me
only found him finally
by the glow of his cigarette
up in a tree

who would look for a cripple in a tree
why would he think he could do it
cut his arm trying didn’t care
threw back his head
roared with glee

sometimes it comes unexpected
joy in the dark in the yard in a tree

(c) David L. Harrison, all rights reserved