J. K. Durick
If you shop in a parking lot at two AM
There's very little left to buy.
This time – the newspaper reports –
Two-fifty worth of crack to die for.
The nine one one caller heard loud
Shouting voices and a shot or two.
The news story says that the struggle
Spilled out of the car and into the rain.
Spring rain around here refreshes,
Brings so much life to our dead world.
The thirty year old dealer bled out —
A puddle of blood in all that rain.
It couldn't easily be washed away.
Even the three arrests did very little.
J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Write Room, Black Mirror, Third Wednesday, Foliate Oak, and Orange Room.