Oregon
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Vol. 3, No. 1

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Tim Foster
TWO POEMS


When Princess Katie goes walking in her falling down shoes

 

When Princess Katie goes walking in her falling down shoes

she expects to slip.

She knows her crown, gown, and shoes

are not easy to wear. It takes practice and loving

what it feels like to fall down to stand with such grace.

 

When Princess Katie goes walking in her falling down shoes

she sleeps better.

Her blankets heal her bruises.

Her dreams bring her visions of women

she’ll want and will to be.

 

When Princess Katie goes walking in her falling down shoes

she commands the attention deservéd of a Queen.

Half the world watches in awe of her beauty,

half the world watches to laugh at her failing.

 

When Princess Katie goes walking in her falling down shoes

men and boys get lost in watching.

When they see her slipping they want to save her

and keep her from her feet.

 

But when Princess Katie goes walking in her falling down shoes

she gains in strength.

Her feet grow steady

and she only walks further;

traveling, rather than standing still while she waits.

 

 

 

 

 

26 West

 

The blue Toyota was wounded

but running,

less one headlight,

leaking anti-freeze,

and glowing in the steam.

 

A baby in the back seat screamed.

 

A boy about ten,

stood staring,

shifting his vision from the truck

to the road,

from his mother to me,

from his brother to me.

 

I followed his eyes east

to the elk.

 

She was fat with life and dying.

 

He knelt over her,

stroked her head and nose,

placed a hand on her withers,

calmed her beating belly.

 

The woman yelled, “Get your brother! He’s screaming!”

She was nervous and shaking,

like control was something she thought she could hold onto.

 

He brought his brother from the truck,

walked him over and held him next to their mother.

His father stood with one foot on the bumper,

leaning on his knee,

shaking his head at the shadows

standing in the steam.