A poem by Richard King Perkins II
It hasn’t rained for weeks.
The color arcs have faded
and the factories have gone quiet.
black rag shadows drag the ground
The chartreuse blades of day have dulled
into yellow needles and frostweed.
The void of eastern Texas.
No sound carries off the misplaced cobblestone.
A young woman stares out the window
of a mint-green home.
I’m walking across a yard
of fallen sheaves and inflorescence.
An agitation of silence is all she’ll ever know.
Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, Illinois, United States with his wife, Vickie, and daughter, Sage.