Richard Fein

WEEKDAY MORNING LAWMEN

He’s the fifth Ninja Turtle, a flesh and blood five year old
allied with the cartoon four whose fight for truth and justice
and for the complete beating up of bad guys everywhere
is televised every weekday morning.
“Come on daddy,” he sees me sitting in my easy chair.

“Come on, you be the sixth turtle.”
Now he’s in hot pursuit jumping off the couch,
running across the living room
down the hall to the front door and back
And I’m with him, part of his posse
but with my own crusaders of yesteryear,
Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, Hopalong Cassidy.
My raised thumb is a cocked hammer, my middle finger a trigger,
and my index finger the barrel for firing silver bullets,
at legions of black Stetson desperadoes and also
for giving them the finger and a royal up yours when junior isn’t looking.
And so father and son will blaze the lawmen’s trail,
we resolute crusaders, a dynamic duo forever hot on evil’s trail
until the kiddy shows run into housewife soap operas
and he retires for his afternoon nap.

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Richard Fein was a finalist in The 2004 New York Center for Book Arts Chapbook Competition. A Chapbook of his poems was published by Parallel Press, University of Wisconsin, Madison. He has been published in many web and print journals such as Southern Review, Roanoke Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, Mississippi Review, Whiskey Island Review, Oregon East, Bad Penny Review and many, many others.