Don't Just Sit There  

I'm old-fashioned petrified date stamped and sorted
refused and returned disenfranchised deported
fast forwarded flushed tumbleweeds bounced the crack
and lightning struck twice now the page flutters back
to a silverware pattern a strawberry roan
freestone peaches with sugar his voice on the phone
cloisonne scatter pins and his feel and his smell
rainy day honeymoon just one day what the hell
the terrain blurs on by in viridian ocher
a fast action painting a quick hand of poker
with twos threes and eights and a bucket of aces
the melted reflection of faces and faces
here now and then gone in a blink and a sneeze
don't just sit there say something or do something please

Jill Beck

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