We'll Need a Sturdy Wagon

Telephone

like calliope, breath

 held, crouched under bleachers

       reaching out,   

grazing wooden wheel carrying

  the fat lady,

swooning for fists buried

     inside her crevices,

  wondering if her mother taught her

Look, But Don’t Touch. Hello?

Are you there?

Words Count with Mama Zen at Real Toads: CIRCUS

AND (speaking of circuses) this is #6 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!