WHO CONSIDERS YOU

Who left you suspended in near-tree ?

 

Perhaps no one will mess with you up there,

 

But you certainly for all your amazing complexion

 

You have no entanglements in your hair,

 

 

Fur you have and no closer friend than our friend too

 

– the moon.

 

We loved him two, loving and kind and once relative

 

till we knocked him flat –

 

 

Look at our colorful jubilation

 

More than not in our nation

 

Where someone turns no more profitable luck,

 

And in the wild you must be wary of those cloven feet

 

 

Hooves -- a stomping buck -- a little more wary are you,

 

And in your wildness and your near family at the thorny hedge

 

— you scamper and romp to no finer sedge.

 

Lord, for whatever reason — you suspend your as a near national fetish

 

 

– stronger and I dare fear and more recognizable

 

than common prayer and truer your quest for perfect radish.

 

I knew once a PhD; who hid you in her drawer

 

To remind herself of salient youth and not hollow academic dejection

 

 

Why do you think they sought to be a literary PhD?

 

But who hangs you as both a greeti

 

Rather than a business major?

 

Or a perhaps you are so dire a warning.

 

 

Of warm memory, of childhood lost

 

and thoughts to cast in such steely wisteria blue.

 

Memory can be sad and over time –time

 

rights upon itself, an obstacle vast –

 

 

We long for purity ; no nails pierce your paws

 

— no beam to support his back.

 

A mammal like we are you, and more successful

 

To the market and propheteer

 

 

From here to beyond the sea

 

You shed no tear.

 

Here you remind that life is not a fallacy

 

But childhood was once loving and utterly

 

 

So presumptuous

 

and so propitious

 

and yet so kind.

 

No let us be on our way to air conditioning.

Done