Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights upon the sea, our mother swims backward, Earle Birney smokes a pipe upon the lookout & pens a line in boots atomic city below, Aldebaran above in your eyes Pacific skies take me to paradise please I want to live in a little grass shack in Ha-aha-Hawaii where the hula hula hula goes hucka hucka hucka by and the hula hula huckity-huckin' hacka hacka hacka, by our missing person of the blue mountains and Liberian freighters, potash proceedings & queen mattresses at unbelievable prices on the radio opinions & traffic hell of twilight continuously heading home in a dome of judgement and advice, oh caller with a problem, Dr. Laura says you're slime and that you are a bum but I say you're some hard part of the puzzle rigged up by the moon and feathery evergreen branches complicated wings full of blue shadows a foot at least of shimmering ocean each small notched piece a dark blue mystery. But who would have the patience?
Copyright © 2000 by Sharon Thesen. From A Pair of Scissors by Sharon Thesen; reprinted by permission of House of Anansi Press. All rights reserved.