“It’s a small town, son.”
Homecoming Game at the local
school tonight.
I watched a fat bald policeman
stand and watch kids run all over
the field at the game. Lots of fun.
Homecoming Kings and Homecoming Queens.
There were alumni from years ago.
Fat guys with too big short pants.
And women with hair that had seen too
many dye jobs.
And smiles. Lots of smiles.
I may never go home again,
and if I don’t, the loveliness of
watching children with horrible
hair cuts in school, and the excitement
of local school sporting events
will just have to do for now.
“It’s a small town, son.”
Uh, yup.
