At the end of his tiring journey
through New Jersey traffic
to our modest homestead in Borough Park,
my father mounted the heavy-footed
club chair with its sticky green weave
and closed his eyes to Copeland’s Billy the Kid.
While exhaustion slid into reverie
I climbed behind him, my legs
a horseshoe he braced with his hands
as the sounds of cars dissolved in the sunset,
our golden carpet rolling into desert.
The symphonic swells carried us
over Western canyons, through the ravines
and mountains to Cowboys thrashing
the air on great steeds under skies
that called us from the rooftops
and stone facades where
I rode his weary shoulders
until my mother’s lasso
uncoiled from the kitchen,
tightened on our hunger
and roped us both in.
Mindy Kronenberg is a Long Island poet, professor, critic, and editor of Oberon poetry magazine. She is on the board of Inspiration Plus, a sustainable arts & science initiative, and is a trustee and docent for the Miller Place-Mt. Sinai Historic Society.