A Nonsense Poem
Petra Rihan
see you tomorrow,
words whispered in a friends ear,
friendly to hear, unsuspected still.
down the yard
by the chicken coop and the dog pen,
a telephone line stands up straight
straight, straighter than my back.
mary’s out again.
crazy lady, they called her,
as she watched upon the stars and wished upon the cars,
the church bells rang the devil song
and Monday Tuesday Sunday too,
a kick and a kiss on the lips and
no one there to view.
see you tomorrow,
if the day comes and the sun rises,
I hope mary didn’t take the stars.