First shift is over. Semis and horse-drawn buggies
pause at the four-way flashing red light in the center
of town where I sit on a bench, a can of Diet Hansen’s
Creamy Root Beer sweating in my hand.
Amish men on custom reclining bicycles
weave in and out of traffic. One putters along
in a battery-powered wheel chair. Young Amish women
in pastels and head coverings totter into the drugstore
on platform sandals from Walmart. July sun beats
down on all of us. Clouds drift above.
I sit until traffic thins, until the only man in town
who knows who I am hands me the key
to my well-worn Honda, oil fresh and brakes relined,
and I drive home past fields soaked in late-afternoon light.
Ann Hostetler is the author of a volume of poetry, Empty Room with Light, and the editor of A Cappella: Mennonite Voices in Poetry.