belly button boyA Poem by Juni ParksChildren born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock Robert Graves
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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Added on November 26, 2014 Last Updated on November 26, 2014 AuthorJuni ParksCAAboutand now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" Charles Bukowski more..Writing
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