Poetry: We Must Be Cowboys Dodging Speeding Tickets
My small boy map gazes adventure
his fingers criss cross the country
on a large illustrated puzzle
of America on the floor.
“These sharks and alligators
and no crab pinchers
next to Shamu has to go
under the house
instead of the ocean
because of this homer whale.
The flag has to go upside
down down
down.
This is where we went
yesterday
where the dot is.”
He is three and some change:
we visited the dot in Florida
when he was 18 months.
“Tomorrow we have to go see
the mouse eating cheeses in this planet
where I’m pointing to tomorrow.
We have to go slow. We have to go
under very quiet to see
the dolphins and baby beluga.
We can see cowboys
driving along on back roads
without getting a speeding ticket.”
He sings it as a song,
the cowboys on the back roads
dodging speeding tickets.
“I need to go
that way
please.”
He is 5 now, and together
we must be cowboys
traveling the map on back roads
dodging speeding tickets.
c. Gwendolyn Alley aka Art Predator April 20, 2009
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Yeah, dead good! Cowboys dodging speeding tickets, wow!
Love it. I can hear his voice and his yearnings.
Hi,here from Monday poetry train…
Wow! Nice exciting post.
Love it! So visual!
out of that fertile mind