The Silver-tipped Fire Hydrant
I never understood why they didn’t just paint it
or find a matching part,
but the silver-tipped fire hydrant just sat there
out front my house.
Strangely out of place
around all the other yellow uniform hydrants
in the neighbourhood.
And I felt a kinship with my silent silver-tipped friend.
We were both paralysingly quiet, had trouble fitting in.
Then one day,
I found that someone had spray painted
some ratty blue expletive over the silver head
of the hydrant.
It was as though my own face
had been spray painted over.
It sat there for years like that.
No one cared.
Which prepared me for the rest
of my Life.
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Fixator Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.