Larry Schug
IN LIGHT OF
The same day
I saw a photo
of an old grandma
pushing an old grandpa
out of Sarajevo
in a wheelbarrow
my boss
bought a Lincoln Continental
about a block long
to transport
his over-the-belt belly
the twelve blocks
between his home and office.
I really didn’t feel like riding
my bike twelve miles
to work and back today.
I could’ve driven;
but I felt a need
for self-righteousness,
misplaced, though it was,
in light of an old grandma
pushing an old grandpa
out of Sarajevo
in a wheelbarrow.
We all do what we can to compensate. Fantastic!
I am really enjoying your work. Down to earth language and sentiments wrapped in humor and seriousness. Great job.
I also just bookmarked your web page for further perusing. Noticed that you are in MN which is where I grew up. Small world…
Nice contrast. I agree with Patricia’s comment about compensation, except that if we’re honest with ourselves, we can probably all do much more. I love the cyclic structure of the poem. Nothing better than when form imitates substance.