Bio Note: I am a poet and songwriter living in Oakland, California with my wife and son. I got an M.A. in creative writing from San Francisco State in 1995, but went dormant creatively until 2015, when poetry became both a daily meditation and a daily obsession. Since then my poems have been published in The Main Street Rag, The Blue Nib, and many other journals, and I published my first chapbook, Arks, with Selcouth Station Press in May 2021.
How I Get to the Tomato
Clouds melt like butter in a pan sky as blue as Grandma’s pots the dog whines again to go outside but I’m too busy describing how the dog wants to go outside a whimper rising to a peevish growl Grandma had a dog named Willie and a cat named Whitey summers down in the cellar cool and damp her liver-spotted hands placing eggs on the scale the arrow leaping to extra large the dog still wants to go out to her boxed-in little urban yard and then she’ll want back in but Willie roamed free from farm to farm sniffing cattails on the edge of ponds chasing rabbits deep into the woods emerging into sunlight disappearing into cornfields showing up in time for dinner on the dusky front porch while the Indiana sun went down like a fat ripe tomato.
Walking on Fence Tops
I remember very little of my brother-in-law trying to teach me— a gangly bookish teen— how to build a fence, other than how hot it was in the Indiana afternoon and how much digging it took to sink a fence post. I remember better how it felt walking on fence tops as a young child, arms out, narrow rails slick under my Converse greys, thunder rumbling west, the wood shed where I fell, the arrowhead-shaped scar just above my left knee.
©2022 Scott Waters
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