belly button boy

belly button boy

A Poem by Juni Parks
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Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock Robert Graves

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the other day, sometime around noon, or early afternoon
a boy bounced beside the sunny shops on a sunny street
his loosely white shirt slipped out from under his belt
baring the unruly, roundly belly
securely pinned with a mindful button

a happy sky covered his town in the brightest of blue
a smiling sun shined upon the men, women and babies too
a yellow dog flew by in a cheerful chase
a merry squirrel fled along a fence at a zippy pace
a pearly goose honked and waddled with webbed shoe

the boy skidded to a stop in front of a toy shop
his palms pressed up on the wonderfully wide window
and his belly bubbled and fizzed at the scattering
of rhinos, radios, and red buses,
and the red warriors and red rockets

but the boy's button being down by the window's edge
peeked up, reluctantly, at the great, blue globe at the back
the globe stared back with its thousand dotted eyes
of cities and towns, boondocks and boroughs,
of villages and hamlets, countries and corners
and the boy's button shrank into itself
it jiggled with panic and rumbled in doubt

inside itself in the button hole at the very end
lay a few grains of sand and a puff of lint
the button squeezed, and the lint moved
up to the front, to the opening, to block out
the thousand dotted eyes of the great blue world
 
a relief came for the button and its belly
as a shower cloud swayed in from the open sea
and sprayed its little sprinkles on the boy and his street
the boy tucked in his shirt all white and wet
and ran home, his button still gnawing at the recent fret


© 2014 Juni Parks


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