Young Intruder


Pahn and Aiks are watching TV

Pahn hears    faintly
the sounds of the garden gate    the scrape
of shoes on decomposed granite    the crunch
of steps in pea gravel
He gets up from his seat
and looks outside     Through the window he sees
someone
walk back    to the corner of the yard
behind the Douglas Fir trees
He thinks    the person has gone there to urinate

Pahn goes to the door    and
says loudly through the screen

“That’s not a bathroom”

As the person turns around    he sees
that it is a young
dark-skinned woman

Pahn feels a little bad now           
that he reprimanded her    and
     begins to consider why     she
          has come into his yard    but
he still is uneasy    and locks the door

He sees her walk back
to the west    of the house    toward the gate

He walks    to the side window
to try to get a better look
at her           He looks
into the murky darkness    to the right
and then the left        seeing nothing     but
then she appears in front of him
and seeing him    she swings
her fist against the glass
He is afraid she will break the window         
and puts his hands against the pane
again and again
anticipating where her fists will land
She turns    and disappears                            

In a moment he sees her                                               
swaying on a swing    in the front yard
looking back
occasionally
to see if he is watching

He wants to go and hug her                
He wonders who she is                       
and why she
is wandering about the neighborhood             
in the middle of the night
He feels that something isn’t right     

She gets off the swing    and              
walks beyond his view

Pahn goes out the side door
and puts the lock on the gate   thinking                 
he will chide Daphnis
for having left it off

Looking over the gate
he sees the young woman
She has a sweatshirt on now    and a friend
is standing on the sidewalk    watching her
as she wanders around in the street
weaving
and circling
and finally
lying down
on the asphalt
in the middle of the road

as if feigning death or utter disregard


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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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