Two poems by Obediah Michael Smith

Our Own Town


I was remembering us

the smooth and the rough


the times we have had

the love we have made


in between the sonnets and haikus,

we have coupled, we have copulated


cows mooing just outside,

occurred in another relationship


that was in Kenya


out for a walk

along the main street of the town

where you and I met

where you and I would meet


I saw a brute beast of a young man

with a big stick, with a piece of wood


brutalizing the longhorn cows

to get them into a pen where

they spent their evenings, their nights


how I miss that town of ours

and what we shared there

and all we shared there


breathtaking to recall

how close we got,

how close we were


the one entity

that we’d become,