By Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Someone was stealing trucks
out in the industrial park at Morningside Drive
out by the water tower and the army of geese
that crap everywhere they could
so that the shop foreman instructed me
to back all the delivery trucks into the sheet metal
factory floor each night and padlock the
loading dock doors that opened on the chain
and no one ever took any of our trucks
but a lot of the other shops had both vehicles
and material go missing and I couldn’t care
but I loaded the trucks and drove them
to the jobsites so my job kind of depended
on the trucks being there which they always
were and soon all the other trucks stopped going
missing so that I guessed they finally nabbed
someone for something.
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, The Academy of the Heart and Mind, Setu, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem. It was quite something during the weekend here.
Best regards
Sincerely
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