The deer and the antelope at play,
The hiccup of the telephone wires,
Birds tossed in and out of the fray,
Clouds rush in then lose focus.
Afraid if he drops his glance into this room,
might just stare a hole clear through....
like a thumb pushed into the paper mache
grizzly that rides the parade.

Pale, green light vibrates across the Abraham Lincoln.
Cursive spins beneath his chin.

And not to pass a weary judgement over the deer and the antelope at play,
over the boys swapping licks and the girls folding papers into clipper ships.
When they've wandered from the parade route and the room fills with aquarium light...
Cursive in a tangle on the wall and the grizzly lies in deep slumber.
And from the cold places behind the Abraham Lincoln where the wallpaper will not fade...
Magnolias pressed sharp against the pink and from the dark he hears the deer and the antelope at play.... the clicking of their heels.

Pale, green light vibrates across the Abraham Lincoln, over the boys swapping licks and the girls spinning cursive across clipper ships.

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