A Lowrider Loudly Brings Us

By W. S. Di Piero b. 1945
a thing that's called radar love,
the whole hog calling,
and here's unhoused Ginger,
distracted wind-beaten beauty
separating from park bench
and Frigidaire carton,
flying Halloween colors,   
tie-dye skirt, Orangesicle socks,
where will she sleep tonight,
where lay those tulle angel wings   
slashed through her overcoat,   
who pulses anarchist patchouli   
and minty hair draughts
and cigarette spirits that scuff   
our fragile air while we hope for
some pick-me-up before we pass.

Source: Poetry (June 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the June 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

June 2008
 W. S. Di Piero

Biography

W.S. Di Piero was born in 1945 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and earned degrees from St. Joseph’s College and San Francisco State College. A poet, essayist, art critic, and translator, Di Piero has taught at institutions such as Northwestern University, Louisiana State University, and Stanford, where he is professor emeritus of English and on faculty in the prestigious Stegner Poetry Workshop. Elected to the American Academy of . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Social Commentaries

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

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