January 6, 2013“Précis” by Alejandro Escudé
A grasshopper landed
on my windshield as I drove
Friday afternoon,
like picking up a hitchhiker,
chameleon green,
undeterred by speed.
He cleansed his ends
like a cat as I drove,
I parked so he could saunter
to my roof and fly off.
Afterward, I picked up
my little boy at a park
where I watched him play
with older kids;
one girl held his hand
as they ran
playing an easy game
of hide-and-go-seek
seeing me he sat
and began to cry,
the girl sat with him
and stroked his hair.
Then I carried him to the car.
from #37 - Summer 2012