Writing Randomly, Like At 1 AM: Tired And Not Better Looking In The Morning
Poems & Play
Polygons & Jane Goodall
Far away
from bombs and broken hearts
we walk in sunshine
shoes plodding on concrete
hand in hand
She talks of polygons and Jane Goodall
Polygons are easy
and animals can do crazy things
She knows the news
She’s heard of war
She’s heard the air turn blue
with the names of despots and dolts
But she can still swing
in our front yard
do tricks on the rope
dirty knees and scratched fingers
And her face lights up when I know Goodall’s name
Ice cream with her best friend
digging through vernal pools for tiger beetles
she’s messy and sunny
and everything that springs anew
And she’s ready for her turn.