Hope

The blue star of hope
rose over Sixteenth Street this morning
where the gourmet taco store
abuts a beauty salon.
It was filled
with helium and shone
inside a bright metallic skin
as it kept climbing toward the light
that couldn’t quite break
through the clouds.
At Palm Lane, a couple
with bad teeth and dressed in camouflage
pushed a grocery cart apiece,
turning after two blocks
toward McDowell, while the star floated
ever higher, ever more
elusive,
until it was just a speck
wiped from the fire god’s eye.

David Chorlton looks forward to getting back into the nearby desert park as springtime progresses. That park proved interesting enough to him to base a short book of poems and paintings last year, The Inner Mountain (published by Cholla Needles in Joshua Tree, CA). The coyotes come down to the streets in his neighborhood and move with style! Read other articles by David.