Puppet ABC - 2

 

I clearly see the squirrels of

negativity all around me,

ladies & gentlemen.

I sensed they were there

 

filling in the blank spaces

as I read down the page,

prior to arriving at

the meaning of everything.

 

The greenness of figs

before they ripen

means nothing at all

to them,

 

even if they feel a swelling

in their little bellies,

while they lie in the open sunlight

stretched out on a limb,

 

wondering about this sudden 

sinking feeling,

because they could not or would not

wait for the ripening of the fall,

 

when the inquisitive crows

would arrive to sweep the streets clean,

before the meaning of everything

became clear.