After reading the poem “Men” by Jo McDougal (Book Review, March 19), I thought you might be interested in another in the same genre.
Editor’s note: We reprint Jo McDougal’s “Men” in its entirety before printing Thomas McKimmey’s poetic rejoinder. MEN
by Jo McDougal
She waits in the car and watches two men
try to sell a truck
to the man who brought her here.
He slams the truck’s good door
and lifts the hood.
The men talk,
looking at the ground
as though they were reading something.
She leans back in the car,
glad to be in the company of men.
by Thomas McKimmey
He walks his dog along the dirty street
trying to get some air
for the dog and for himself.
The dog, mahogany-red,
sniffs the ground
then lifts left
rear leg to (urinate)
gazing across the high waving grass.
He pulls hard on the leash
glad to be here with his dog.