Last Wednesday
Johnclarestokes
What were you doing on
your last Wednesday fifty-four
years ago?
Did you spend most of the day
under the pecan out front,
in the stationary conversation chair
with the broken back?
Did you piddle in your garden
beside the out house?
Were you by yourself most of the day
with Bernice at the school lunchroom?
Did the sons William, Billy or Jimmy come by?
What of daughter Mary?
Did Luke, Curtis or Marzell call or write?
Irene or Hazel, your first daughters by your Ethel Marie
So pretty she was
Did they come from Forest to visit?
What about the Methodist pastor across the street?
Did he wave to you on his way to mid week
services?
Were there warning pains you just chalked up
to a hard Homewood, Mississippi life?
I was only fourteen in Williston, Florida
I would have taken the Trailways out to visit you
Like we used to do
Had I known it was going to your last
Wednesday.
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