Wishes
He pulls on his mommy’s long, autumn dress,
which blends in
with the park’s colorful leaves and bright green grass.
He tries to remove her from her conversation
with another mommy.
He shakes her dress
creating a breeze
against her bare calves
until she agitatedly opens her purse
and places a shiny penny in his small hand.
He cups the valuable coin
and walks quickly and anxiously over to the fountain
at the center of the park
where a man closes his eyes to kiss his fiancé’s lips.
The lovers stand holding each others gloved hands
as her left temple rests against his shoulder.
They watch the small boy sneak under their embraced hands
to acquire a good spot.
The boy opens his fingers
making sure the penny is still safe.
He closes his eyes tightly—squinting—
he silently mouths his wish.
He opens his eyes,
and as if the penny were a baseball,
he winds up his arm,
eagerly throwing the coin into the fountain.
It makes a splash in the center of the waterfall
and then slides into the pool of copper…
of lucky pennies
of other wishes.
He runs back to his mother
as the lovers turn to watch,
and they wonder what he has wished
as he remains unnoticed
by his creator.
The Piano Man
The aged man peacefully sits on the wooden bench in front of the piano.
The bench from 1932 with carvings of fish in its legs,
that squeaks every time someone sits on it,
screaming that it’s too old
to be pressed farther down into the ground
with the weight of his body.
But he ignores its scream
and acts relaxed
as his wrinkly fingers move from key to key,
playing a tune that he’s been humming all day.
He plays for hours, it seems,
as his torso rocks back and forth with the melody.
I stand behind his body,
and the room becomes faint
as the light from the window fades with the sunset.
He continues to play as the room darkens,
and the bench creeks with every move and sway he composes
as he presses the piano notes lightly but with emphasis…
I ask if he wants the overhead lights turned on,
but he says no
because
light is overrated.