“Customer needs assistance on lane one, please.
Customer needs assistance on lane one.”
Her voice lifted in the first line,
then dropped in the second,
tense anticipation resolved,
an intercom aria over
bags of dirt waiting for seeds,
hoses endlessly wound waiting for water,
clustered chicks chirping a chorus,
silver chain-link fences waiting to make good neighbors,
rescued dogs, tails wagging, waiting to lick fingers,
red and green and yellow and black tractors desperate to roar and shred,
and the lady and her cart of tractor supplies
waiting next to the cold pop and beef jerky in lane one.
Arguably one of the finest legal minds in his immediate family, Brian C. Potts is a husband, father of 11, and lawyer in Indiana. He writes on the natural law, the Constitution, Supreme Court opinions, federal regulations, and the legal practice. His poetry appears in The Scribes Journal of Legal Writing, where more is forthcoming.