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The New Funambule
The green suit is for the red chair
The horse hair hat is for the pitcher of lemonade
The dead sparrow is for the ball of string
The tired face is for the cup of cold coffee
The chin is for the blue boots
I have an egg in my hand
There is nothing usual about Jim
The child with the unused expressions
Does not want to dance alone
The man with elbow patches forgets why he
Is forlorn
I scuff my ankle to the rhythm of the clock
I pinch my face with my face muscles
What about the middayish hour brings the animals out?
In the cabinet there is an egret
That stiffens when the door opens
There is a marten on the porch eating a sleeping bag
The pilot who brought snails whispers something to Jim
Jim makes eyes at the woman with the peacock feather between her breasts
Frieda is here, as dangerous as ever
Posted 04/15/09