Outside The Boulangerie Poem by Kirby Wright

Man on foot with bike shoes
Reminds me of a woman
In bright heels

Negotiating cobblestones.
I remember mother
Walking the plank

Down the hall,
Stilettos clicking toward
The master bedroom.

There were bills
Owed to the master,
Bills paid in flesh

After the curtains were drawn,
The AC fired up,
And the door locked.

The man with bike shoes
Wobbles a path
Strewn with white petals.

My mother wept
When the door swung open
And the AC quit blowing.


The aroma of baking bread
Drifts from the boulangerie.
The bike man wolfs a croissant.

Mothers stroller by
Discussing the weights
Of their babies.