my grandmothers mind,
The streets were not crooked.
The house where she lived as a child
Stood as resolute as Sanders Hill.
Sidewalks never cracked,
And mothers backs were never broken.
The milk truck still pulled up out front,
And bottles waited patiently on steps.
Doors never burst open with anger,
Slamming repeatedly in the August air.
Mothers never cried at midnight,
And fathers, even if so inclined,
Never lost their paychecks in card games,
Wandering the crooked streets until dawn.
Lights were out across town by eleven,
Except for maybe in some upstairs window,
Where one small girl read by candlelight,
And occasionally looked out at the full moon,
Thanking God for the life she was given,
That somehow it would go on forever,
Here with the steep hills as backdrop
And every bad memory erased.
Reynolds teaches at Johnson County Community College in Overland
Park, Kansas, and has published poems in various print and online
journals, including New Delta Review, Alabama Literary Review,
Aethlon-The Journal of Sport Literature, The MacGuffin, Flint
Hills Review, Midwest Poetry Review, Potpourri, Ariga, Strange
Horizons, Combat, American Western Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine,
Ash Canyon Review, and Orphan Leaf Review. Reynolds'
two poems, "Wanda's Fried Chicken and "78s," are
included in the book Muscadine Lines: A Southern Anthology.