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Poem #20: “Zoo”
Zookeeper’s fingers, relaxed
Splayed
Leafy chameleon, sticky toes
Stayed
Don’t be loud, touch
Gently
Note his eyes, orbit
Independently
Scaly thing, never misses
A fly
Spellbound children, eyes
Up high
On the mini-dinosaur’s
Gripping tail
In and around knotty branches
Going pale
We touched a snake, a chinchilla
Even a skink
But not the wolf spider—No way!
What do you think?
We washed off our hands and waited
In line
Ate our brown bag lunch in a sea
Of pine
The big yellow birds were waiting
Nearby
Line up now children, let’s all say
Goodbye
Categories: Remembering Rewriting
Deanna
Rewriting life since the sudden death of my nine-year-old son, Sam (2007).
Trying to LEARN, think, remember, IMAGINE, cope, care, read, EAT, write, live, LAUGH, listen, enjoy, walk, meditate, stretch, watch, stop, BREATHE...and keep going.
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