I Take a Sightsee Tour

and shout — listen to the little

baby talk like Jimmy Durante

look at poodles jump through fire

next to some old cat crisscrossed blue

see that dead tree blown down the road in a sweep

watch fledglings trickle to the ground

in sunlight like crystals on a good day

I shout — shock me I’m yours

I shout — look at those wrinkled people in reddish wagons

pulled by donkeys

hear them laugh clack clack

okay move along

I shout — park me in a vestibule cover my head

I am so afrightened

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply