A new poem by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

This Alley

by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke


 May 2013, Oklahoma County


Highway’s littered –

Broken wasp mid upturned beetles,

kindling spinning, mortar, dust –

This is us,             so many Mays.



the alley we call

windicide,         with it gone

this morning’s ride.

Roadways move, asphalt split.

We glean.


Leaving luster

for simpler need

roll along



Wind           comes and goes,

like most.


Two nights later

the young moon still

waxes  over



Those kittens you found

in a shed on Black Cat Alley

eyes still closed,     we got more of those.