I like long walks under the overpass
and shoplifted chocolate. Going Ferris
 
Bueller on the downtown murals.
The maracas rattle my radio

makes in between stations.
H-O-R-S-E on the basketball

court, a secret wish padlocked
to the chain-link fence. I like

viewing sunsets from trees.
Hiding our shame behind leaves.

Lucas Shepherd’s poetry has received two Pushcart Prize nominations, and his creative work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Atlantic, Hobart, and Hawai’i Pacific Review. Currently he teaches English in Tyler, Texas.