Frances Richey

New Year’s Day Truce, 1999
January 23, 2017 Richey Frances

New Year’s Day Truce, 1999

 

He looked old and tired
and crunchy, the color of a tobacco leaf,
or a withered date.
He might have come from the garbage room
or the water closet, or the makeshift library
across the hall. Perhaps he’d been
munching on The Painted Bird,
or Destry Rides Again.
I hear they like paper and water
almost as much as trash.
He stood beside me
at the elevator, stone still, they way they do
when they think they’re hidden.
He had to know I was there.

 

How many times had I sprinkled boric acid
along my door frame? How many of his brethren
had I crushed under my boot?
Maybe he’d just had enough
of running, enough of dodging brooms
and books. What harm could it do, this once,
to let him go? The elevator
in the Times Square Hotel is painfully slow,
the occupants, mostly down-and-outers,
like us, waiting side by side,
natural enemies, ignoring each other.
When the doors opened, we crossed
the threshold together. I pressed Lobby, as he
disappeared through a crack in the tiles.

Frances Richey is the author of three poetry collections: The Warrior (Viking Penguin 2008),
The Burning Point (White Pine Press 2004), and the chapbook, Voices of the Guard, 
a collaboration with the Oregon National Guard and Clackamas Community College,
published by the college in 2010. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming from
The New York Times, The New York Times Magazine, O, The Oprah Magazine, 
Plume, Gulf Coast, Salamander, Blackbird, The Cortland Review, River Styx, and
Woman’s Day, among others. Her poems have been featured on NPR, PBS NewsHour 
and Verse Daily. She teaches an on-going poetry writing class at Himan Brown Senior Program
at the 92nd Street Y in NYC, and is Editor of Illuminations, Himan Brown’s Anthology
of poetry and prose. She is also Poetry Editor for upstreet literary magazine.