The Third Attraction Poem by Rochelle Ratner

The Third Attraction



Searching for the man
at Planter's Peanuts
who, when they were kids,
shook hands with them

his costume
like a straw balloon
around his torso.

This new man
isn't the same:

not tall enough,
and look how that skinny suit
fits him.
Even his jet black arm
shoots out too quickly:
a boat caught in the marsh,
its oars for rudders.

Peanut shells
tossed into water
drift off slowly, floating.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetry Hound 02 March 2005

You've certainly got talent. Original subject matter, and an original take on that subject matter. Human without being maudlin. You seem to have read a lot of poetry and learned how to write.

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