Inventing Small Places

In this poem, a bird rides the back of a plane, exerts little effort,
stares into the sky, naming the famous faces he finds in cloud formations
Down below, a train grows complex,balking at dark tunnels,
bellowing, Nooo, nooo, nooooo, ,
as the tracks clack with laughter, and the engineer sleeps,
facing forward into the remote control perfection of time tables
I am walking down a dirt road of horses
and cows chewing down the same field
Loved ones live nearby, but they are waving flags at strangers,
and adjusting their clothing for the lives they will someday live
without the company of livestock, the annoyance of bills,
their perfect partners winning the lottery
But it seems dubious, all in all, not like the dogs, making a grand showing,
fluffing this poem with love while nosing out
a rose flung escape route, not like the white mouse I never planned to love
slapping me a high five and winning
my home grown, long way to Heaven

Reviews

[Yet, Nobody...? Here.]

Indeed - a picture to go with each line.
This was fun.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I say we should take the long way...the short cuts are far too treacherous! Delightful read...I feel like I've just left wonderland.