Roundhouse the Night

Roundhouse the Night

by Jim Zola


As the lady in the pink knit cap

weaves down the opposite side

of the street, she shouts to no one

I can see, short staccato bursts,

almost lyrical, an angry song.

She holds something precious against

her chest. I see her several times


a week and know her enough not

to be surprised by her baldness

if she were ever to take off

her hat. The facts are easy

to forget. I watch her stutter step

away to become part of night’s

diorama, this hymn of streetlight.


Jim Zola has worked in a warehouse, as a security guard, in a bookstore, as a teacher for deaf children, as a toy designer for Fisher Price, and currently as a children’s librarian. Published in many journals through the years, his publications include a chapbook, The One Hundred Bones of Weather (Blue Pitcher Press), and a full-length poetry collection, What   Glorious Possibilities (Aldrich Press). He currently lives in Greensboro, NC.


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