Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Toadstool Park Cloudburst



The guttersnipe who labels our stone bombs ‘mushrooms’

forgets their gentlemanly girl-grassland poise – 

which is unfazed by egg-shattering bolts

descending with trade-blankets of me,

speckling all with glazed gumbo glitter

along spines of Little Golden Books


A roaring radiance will unspool there

where hunched, concentrated meditations

can buck any 2-tired tourist’s name-calling

Mark them: Molding an unrobed metaphysics

they govern this talcum-powdered geocache

They will lure in the unwary to be their playthings


-Thomas E. Simmons 

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