Headed South

 

Tony sat,

packed like a suitcase

in the car, driven

south to Arkansas

by his son

Poor health demands

strong hands and clear mind

 

Now, Tony’s house stands

shuttered. Woodworking

tools lie unused on garage

tables. I turn to wave,

call out to a ghost

 

This late September morning

I hear geese fly overhead

on their southern journey

They have no choice

 

 

 

Nancy Wedemeyer is a member of the St. Charles, Illinois Writers’ Group, and has recently seen her writing published in Arts Beat and a Chicago Review Press Anthology. When not writing, Nancy likes to walk, practice yoga and make rude gestures to Humvee drivers. Though she writes across the spectrum – prose, plays, essays – she has lately concentrated on poetic forms.