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.