Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
Wet Walks with Otis Redding
By Charles Clifford Brooks III
After strings kept the elderly reminded
of my youth so apparently out of place
I went out in a drizzle.
I’ve got dreams, came between drags,
dreams to remember …
The light of apartments held me
from spheres spread out,
always coming back.
These alleys know
the heart’s origin.
Charles Clifford Brooks III’s poem Lunchtime Spent Getting New Tires appeared here in June 2011.
