The Pride of Bayside - Walker Rose
the sun went green
under endless Texas skies
never knowing I existed
until it awoke inside me
the switchgrass danced
as I fed the mosquitoes
the bay sagged and swelled
but the mansion
stood, full of itself, at its shore
thin panes rattling
in a hurricane’s leftovers
and outside
black dogs policed in packs, overseeing
cracked asphalt, broken piers
the footless journey of the snake
and an eyehook still hung
where the lawyer’s
sex swing once swung
or so the story goes
just ask the neighborhood kids
now full grown with a few of their own
see what they can remember
see what they can’t forget
Walker Rose is a writer living in Las Vegas, NV. He has been published in Bone Machine and is the author of The End of the Wild West. Caught in the throes of constant travel and the occasional odd job, he has sought to bring back a story worth telling. You can follow them on Instagram @thewalkerrose.
