Western Reserve

by Lee Boyle

I make a five-dollar bet
with god about if you’ll
sing the “so simple in the moonlight”
part of the song when it comes.
He is skimming sky, traveling exactly
our speed, making green lights for us.
You don’t sing, but I think it’s just
because you’re sick, not
in the mood to
croon along tonight.

Lee Boyle, born in Oregon, raised in Ohio, is a Pushcart Prize nominee, a published poet, and Kent State graduate with a Bachelor’s in English. He plays in an Ohio-based band, Third Class, makes comedy sketches online in Bull Skit Productions, and works as a Delivery Driver. He comes from a group of friends and family with a background and appreciation for Liberal Arts. He resides in Columbiana, Ohio, with his wife who works as a Labor And Delivery Nurse.