Tuesday, October 03, 2017
Dump
Her dump of Harold was now fully in effect.
They were to speak, of course, but only
in softly polite generalities.
Brenda saw him at the Little League Parade,
and both merged moderately sunny hellos.
Then an old woman fell into the path of
the Crestview Drum and Bugle Corps.
Bugsy, bass drummer and joker, gave the
incident his loudest thump!
Then, more staccato ones as his colleagues
disarrayed.
Harold plucked her back through all this
stumbling and random toots.
To the bleachers, where he cleaned her
face with tissues. Finally, stroked her hair.
Voice light as his touch.
“Goddammit all to hell!” sobbed Brenda,
“Why are you so good? You’re always
so fuckin...!”
Labels: accident, breakup, caring, Charity, Little League, love, Music, nice, old, parade
