Walking my Dog in Logan Park, DC
the Day After the Women’s March
Jan Zlotnik Schmidt
My
dog’s hair, matted, curled, like tiny snails.
He
sniffs the wet ground. Paws dead leaves
and twigs.
The
rain soaks through my jacket.
I
mop drops off my fogged glasses.
Signs
are flattened in the grass. Streaked
Words
emerge out of the deluge. Dump
Trump.
Humanity not Insanity. Love Trumps Hate.
No Mandate.
Messages rolled up, dumped in
garbage cans
with
newspapers, empty Heineken bottles, and pizza crusts.
The
wind whips around me. Blows off my
hood
Women’s Rights Are Human
Rights. Bad Hombre.
Mud
and sludge. Dark puddles pool around roots
of trees.
I
was there. Pink waves buoying me up.
On
the bus going a Latino man with a pussy hat
starts
“America the Beautiful.”
All
sing--brown, black, white, young and old.
men
and women. The driver too.
Women’s Rights are Human Rights.
No left or right. Just straight ahead.
Words
bleed into the muddy earth.
Make America gracious again.
They
ground me.
The
dog shakes off the rain.
*
* * * *
Jan Zlotnik
Schmidt is a SUNY Distinguished Professor of English
at SUNY New Paltz where she teaches composition, creative writing, American and
Women’s Literature, creative nonfiction, memoir, and Holocaust literature
courses.
Her work has been published in many journals including The Cream City Review, Kansas
Quarterly, The Alaska Quarterly Review, Home Planet News, Phoebe, Black Buzzard
Review, The Chiron Review, Memoir(and), The Westchester Review, and Wind. Her work also
has been nominated for the Pushcart Press Prize Series. She has had two
volumes of poetry published by the Edwin Mellen Press (We Speak in Tongues,
1991; She had this memory,
2000). Recently her
chapbook, The Earth Was Still, was published by Finishing Line Press
and another, Hieroglyphs of Father-Daughter Time, was published by Word
Temple Press.
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