Downtown Milwaukee

by DeMisty Bellinger

Downtown Milwaukee


My feet are exposed,

            never been out in public

            even out here—

            lakefront Milwaukee,

            a little ways from downtown.


I watched Michigan roll over my toes,

            knees held in crooks of my elbows

It felt weird to have my feet in front of you.


When you sighed,

            I saw a small gray stone beside me

            Flat in spite of a series of ripples across the surface—

A little lake.


When you said,

            “Let's go eat,”

I grabbed my shoes and put the lake in my pocket.