Family Day
children of all ages
wearing pastel clouds
faces papered primary colors
they start to melt
liquefy
each child
squeals in delight
mercurial
effervescent
a dreaming puddle
occasionally a small hand
reaches out
across th way a
field of tubas
there r strolling accordions
there r tellers of tales
a performance an
ethnic dance clogging
with ferrets
clothes tied tightly
about neck wrists ankles
ferrets churning inside gives
each dancer a certain
desperation difficult
to choreograph th
other ferrets they don't
like this they don't like
this one bit they hang
from low adobe buildings
from trees they hurl insults
they hurl small sticks
& yes
I see her
gaze into her eyes
& know
th right place for th right reasons
standing by a fountain
of liquid children
two small sticks in her hair
occasional sharp cry of pain
from a clogger
see her
& know
bright light on palm trees
a blue wind
smell of karmal korn
frozen whispers
see her
& know
oomph pa pa go th tubas
a dancer does back flips
a ferret chuckles
