Bar time.

I awaken to screaming.  A man in the small space next to my building.  He screams, “Yeah!” sustained, again and again.  After several minutes, his cadence is broken by another thought.  He screams, “Cops!”  Red lights flash in the back lot.  Night fills with wailing sirens, police racing to assist.  A block away, a chorus of young people “woo” from their centers, from their depths, apparently mimicking the sound of the sirens.  Soon everyone is arrested.  Young people cry loudly.  Then quiet.  I lay awake.  Wind in the walnut tree.

I hear "wooing"


1 Response to “Bar time.”

  1. 1 McCutcheon September 29, 2010 at 12:52 pm

    I had no idea life in Mankato was so poetic.

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Geoff Herbach. I am the author of Stupid Fast and Nothing Special, among a bunch of other stuff. When I'm not writing, I teach writing at Minnesota State, Mankato.

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