A Typical Saturday, a Poem by Chella Courington
In Memory of Edwin, Joseph, Kameron, Leilah, Mary, Raul, and Rodolfo.
Sun scorches the West Texas desert.
Air conditioners hum on high.
At a local pool, sun-drenched arms rest on cobalt noodles.
Some guy runs a stop sign and is pulled over.
He steps out of his car and shoots.
Kills a Texas Highway Patrolman just like that.
Steps back in his Honda, his AR-15
beside him, and speeds down I-20, still shooting.
Twelve hundred miles away, it’s a typical Saturday afternoo