12/08/2011

Following

Follow the heart, follow the rules

Follow the crowd, the yellow brick road ~

Thinking like a little kid in poppy’s lap I will

Follow along in storybooks with pictures,

Conceiving sweetly of other worlds

Where pancakes can run away off the plate and

Chickens can plead for their lives

With the transparency of a bubble in water.

Sniffing outrageously like a young dog I will

Dig a tunnel under the fence I will

Follow the first school bus that drives by,

Drumming the pavement with four feet

And singing violently into a microphone

Made of oily exhaust with the voice

Canine genes gave to me.

Thinking like an old puzzled guy I will

Follow my saggy wife around the shopping market

Shuffling, placing cereal and crackers and

Memories into the cart.

Thinking like one who has passed away

Into love or death or a lazy nap I will

Follow in the most beautiful way I know how.

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One Comment on “12/08/2011”

Thomas Davis Says:

December 10, 2011 at 3:44 am
Great poem. I especially like, placing cereal and crackers and/Memories into the cart. And the ending: Follow in the most beautiful way I know how.

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