The hero gets the girl.
The villain plunges to his death;
his bitter face disappears in fire and smoke.
The estranged lovers embrace,
while swelling violins cue the audience
to reach for tissues.
The script I wrote for my father opens at a banquet,
the room jammed with co-workers and friends,
speaker after speaker telling stories
with that rough humor men use to disguise their love.
And then, the days fishing, tinkering with the
lawn mower, sitting on the porch with a western
novel, while keeping a watchful eye on passing traffic.
The camera turns now to mother; in a long shot
we see the little grey house with garden in back,
a small figure kneeling in the dirt, a big floppy hat
blocking the sun; we zoom in on a cotton glove,
a wrist fine-boned as a bird’s,
a trowel making room for the next petunia.
Who hands out the happy endings?
Who, late one night, stood outside
my parents’ home, gazed at some mark scrawled
on the door, then turned to walk away,
the sound of footsteps fading on the empty street?
CHARLES COE is author of two books of poetry, All Sins Forgiven: Poems for my Parents and Picnic on the Moon. His poetry has appeared in literary reviews and anthologies such as Poesis, The Mom Egg, Solstice Literary Review, and Urban Nature. Charles won a fellowship in poetry from the Massachusetts Cultural Council, and his poems have been set to music by a number of composers. Co-chair of the Boston Chapter of the National Writers Union, Charles was selected by the Associates of the Boston Public Library as a “Boston Literary Light for 2014.
