For
Free / Sky High
I
pop up
as
a wolf lopes past
Sky
High and another and
another
pops up
when
I’m with you
I’m
a metal man
airful
or raffle; waffle or awful trifle
it’s
a close call and it’s free
and
the band melts in the sun
while
you doze, fishing
when
will we ever earn
We
scrape the popcorn ceiling
with
strands in the face
like
a Zebra at the Fillmore
as
useless as a dying wind
on
a panda vacation
Edna
is Transcontinental as well
her
sympathetic anger crackles
as
she peeks out a basement window
at
the loping wolf who pops Sky High
a
purple monkey riding on his back
says
I wish Edna was my chick
the
third time I say the magic word
the
magic happens, magically
and
the wolf timbers off into the distance
It
is then that the anger subsides
after
popping Sky High
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