I had some inspiration today and finished a poem I had started earlier this spring. It's dedicated to my kids, M (9) and K (5).
Walking to the Cineplex
On these city streets you can't hear
the sidewalks echo the clickity-clack
of our anxious feet. They're submerged
drowning in the noise of passing cars,
prattling pedestrians, the sounds of them
walking, strutting, shuffling–the rub of
cloth against cloth.
The windows of each establishment
capture us like carnival mirrors--
See my mushroom head! Look!
A tire hangs about your chin.
I could drive into that grin on the road
you paved with hearty giggles.
The multi-plex greets us with neon "Hellos"
we flock to like summer bugs, mesmerized.
Yet, from the twinkle in your eyes I sense
we’ve finally discovered Oz.
© Copyright 2005. Michael Parker
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