Captain John Deere
I’m navigating via
Humbead’s Revised Map
of the World,
guided by the
Grand Rainbow Kaleidoscope;
up ahead stands
a lone microphone
in front of a brick wall,
where both Bob Dylan and I
have presented poems to the masses.
I set my iced tea
on the scuffed wooden table,
shuffle my papers,
clear my throat,
and drop through a hole
into a field of tall grass.
Buy One Get One!
Call Before Midnight!
Cures Most Known Ailments!
Polite applause
from unseen hands.
Then:
The ominous rip
of a lawnmower.
/ / /
28 April 2022
Pittsfield MA
(NaPoWriMo Day 28)
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