Flamenco at the Thirsty Bear. Jim Gunshinan

About Jim Gunshinan

 • The Artificial Heart
 • Heroes
 • Geography Lessons
 • Blue Cornflowers
 • Living by Water
 • Upon This Rock
 • The Man Dad Brought
    Home from the War
 • Physics
 • Black and White
 • Not the Mom We Were
    Used To
 • Nothing Sacred
 • Spring
 • Transformation
 • Please Straighten That Up
 • Up from Depression
 • What the Body Wants
 • Compassion
 • Commute
 • Kiss Me
 • Starter Castles
 • Flamenco at the Thirsty
 • A Nature Poem
 • Portrait of a Woman from
   the Gardens of Egypt in the
   First Century



Upon This Rock

From the basement
I’d hear him
coming home from work.

I’d hear the soft thud
of his black leather

on the entranceway
linoleum; the pa-lunk
of his briefcase

on the floor
by the knick-knack shelf
where he would ka-lank

down his keys
onto a glass dish;
the rickety, metallic

winging open
of the louvered closet door
to hang up his coat

and the gentle smooch
of his kissing Mom

Then I’d know
that it was five-twenty, and exactly
ten minutes ’til dinner time.

  © Jim Gunshinan, 2013


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