I shiver, naked under my cellophane raincoat,
walk in the traffic
hope this wanton behavior will provoke
a return of Paul Revere on panting horse
to shout his word at deadened ears,
flushing out our heroes
whereEVER they might be hiding.

A bum on the street corner
grasps my hand
drags me from the path of a six wheeler,
hands me a blanket and cardboard box.
Here lady, sit out the storm, he says,
never blinking an eye at my puckered nipples,
never noticing we sit alone in the rain,
that Superman doesn't appear,
or that the silence that surrounds us
is like the inside of a heartbeat.



Pris Campbell
©2007


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