Current Occupation: Retired
Former Occupation: Writer/Editor
Contact Information: Wayne Lee (wayneleepoet.com) lives Hillsboro, Oregon. Lee’s poems have appeared in Pontoon, Tupelo Press, Slipstream, great weather for media and other journals and anthologies. He was awarded the 2012 Fischer Prize and his collection The Underside of Light was a finalist for the 2014 New Mexico/Arizona Book Award in Poetry. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and three Best of the Net Awards.
Thirty-seven years they’ve lived in their bungalow.
It looks the same now as when they were wed–
steps cracked, shingles missing, gutters sagging low
as old clotheslines.
They painted it once, back when Reagan won,
slapped a dirt-brown coat on walls and trim, splashed
half the windows.
She does 12-hour nights down at the nursing home,
sleeps till afternoon. He takes what shifts he’s given
at the mill—swings, days, graveyard.
She smokes and reads paperbacks out on the porch,
then ducks inside to watch TV. He tinkers
with their trucks in the fluorescent glare
of their basement garage.
I see them together once a month or so at dawn
or dusk, pickups passing in half-light.