Road Forks
Dennis Trudell

Fort Wayne
      Indiana; it basked
in the sun. "Bask it, sun,"
I thought, and the day brought

me to a playground. Smashed
glass, trash, netless rim, brown
       boy with ball. "Basket,

       ball!" I called; it rose
and didn't fall. Or fell as dusk,
as sunlight through the hoop,

   hours after the boy said, "Yo
   face," and left that place.

ISBN 1-882983-13-0
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