Ronald Moran

Blind Date

On my first blind date as a widower, two
years ago, we went to a restaurant, where,
when it came out that I was seventy-seven,
she gasped, as if seeing a spider on her plate,
thanked me for telling her, then promptly
and permanently dropped out of my life.

Face of Suspects

So much is visual, and when alleged murderers,
rapists, child molesters, etc. are photographed by
law enforcement, their faces are limp, lips down
at the edges, hair unruly, eyes blank, so that you
would not want your daughter, son, sister, brother,
anyone you loved, even just liked, pairing up with
one; and I want to know why photographs taken
after an arrest but before an arraignment make
them look unsavory, as if the camera decided
beforehand on the outcome of the legal process.
Why can’t a suspect (aka an alleged suspect) look
natural, more like the pictures of your family, as
in a photo album or mounted in a hallway, with
a small smile, and if not smiling (understandable),
not quite so foreboding that you want to cross
the street before having to meet one face to face?

© Ronald Moran

Ronald Moran lives in Simpsonville, South Carolina. His poems have been published in Asheville Poetry Review, Commonweal, Connecticut Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Louisiana Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Negative Capability, North American Review, Northwest Review, South Carolina Review, Southern Review, Tar River Poetry, The Wallace Stevens Journal, and in twelve books/chapbooks of poetry. Clemson University Press published his latest collection, Eye of the World, in the spring of this year. He has won a number of awards and his work is archived in Special Collections at Furman University.

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