I realize standing in front of the grill
Listening to meat spit sizzle
That there is no need for heroes.
For once, maybe, it can be this—
Steaks and sweet corn. Sweet tea.
Motorcycles crashing through deep blue.
spilling across an all too easy wind.
Photo: "Yellow Summer" by Carol Bedell
Poetry by Korey Wallace
Korey Wallace's poetry has appeared in many online journals. He writes, dreams, and overworks in Sioux City, Iowa.
Photography by Carol Bedell
Carol Bedell is a writer and photographer living in Fayetteville, Arkansas with her husband and two sons. She finds beauty everywhere and loves to capture it with her Canon and her pen. She has a Bachelor’s in Business Administration and has traveled around the world for a Fortune 1 corporation.