Trailer Space 5B
Poem by Bernard
Henrie • Photo by Donnali Peters
 At the half-lit trailer park the tin tub out back rattles
with fresh water, cool as moonlight folded
on the metal roofs;
the Sioux truck man wades naked and unafraid
of scattered neighbors,
proud and dreamy, eager to welcome his lady
home from the Lunch Diner who arrives on time
dying to scent
her husband's lip with a taste |