Cellophane Clothes Poem by Francie Lynch
Cellophane Clothes
Parading past in the emperor's robe,
I looked with wonder at the fool,
Left, right, right left,
Out of step.
I stood too close to the sewer cover,
The was a stench on his breath.
Behind and above on a balcony,
Leaning over the wrought iron,
A woman's voice, drunk on demonstrations,
Called out, bouncing off balloons,
"Never look a clenched fist in the mouth."
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