Trumbull Ave.
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Michael Lauchlan
Michael Lauchlan’s poems have appeared in many publications and have been anthologized in Abandon Automobile (Wayne State University Press, 2001) and A Mind Apart. His earlier collections are And the Business Goes to Pieces and Sudden Parade.
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Trumbull Ave. - Michael Lauchlan
1997.
Trumbull Ave., 1981
The bounding dog may have been a Dane.
Memory does not retain the breed, save
that his large frame bulged with muscles
and he ran with the happy grace of athletes
beyond praise and blame and score. The sun
hammered that broad anvil of Detroit—
the squinting hookers; the wan wild kids
up from Tennessee; black kids one step
from Alabama; the old Armenian
who ran the cleaners, who still wept
for dead parents and his young bride
seventy years after. As for me—strange
to waken each day into the same life,
or, now, into the sequel of the story—
I stood, half blind from cooked
concrete and flashing windshields,
near the burned apartment where a kid
had been killed and others sniffed or
shot or swallowed whatever they could
and fell into some drastic sleep. The dog
came from a side street chasing a mate
or just running from sheer canine joy—
the old Ford invisible to him as
God’s fist. Poised on the ruined hood,
a most sudden sculpture, he died fast.
Slab
Screeding the wet cement, dragging a board
over the forms, he works the gray mass flat,
then, with the wood float, rubs the stones
deep into the slab, letting the smooth grains
rise to the surface. Later, he’ll smooth it
with a magnesium, then broom it
and pour a potion of curing fluid.
He straightens to rinse the lime
from his gloves and pants, to wash
the chalky residue from the drive, to let
his back release its knot of pain.
A small boy is practicing the crossover
as he walks to the schoolyard court,
the ball slapping against the echoing street.
A woman shouts into a phone, tires wail,
and from a world gone quiet, traffic
asserts its buzz of engines, brakes,
lawn mowers, and the familiar "pop—
pop—pop" where talk has broken off.
Water Heater, 18th St.
In a half cellar, dim, with a dirt floor
wet from sewage and a bad water heater,
one smell, sharper than the rest,
wrinkles the nose of the plumber.
Teeth grind, the scalp tingles—
he waves a pipe wrench at the frozen rat
and steps boldly again. Pipes cut, he
drags the old heater up the block steps to the alley
while the sun drops behind charred row houses,
their walls opened, staircases, banisters
leading to rose-papered sleeping rooms.
Two men stop him, offer sockets,
ladders, drills—cheap. Silent,
he removes a pipe from the heater,