Frank William Finney

On the night you fell
on the narrow steps
you found your seat in the boat, as usual,
while Papa woke the Evinrude
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Three sailors trotted
Behind your mother in a two-wheeled lifeboat
Like determined rats through the catwalks
To the cages of the newborns
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Stuck to their ears
or courting their lips
everyone's got a gadget
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The towel of a stranger
lies dead on the beach
as the wind through the reeds
sings to the lovers sweating in the dunes
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Begin alla prima.
Paint yourself a podium and try
your luck while the wall's still wet.
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It's been three years
since we chased the piglets
under the uplifted fence
and startled the old sow
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On the morning of your initiation,
the clock became the target of scorn.
The crows were grazing in the sprouting grass
and the cows were chewing endless
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I named the puppy Sisyphus
because he walked in circles
in a pup tent.
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"Mammals tipple
and think they can sing, "

quipped the frog
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Before they installed the arrow signal lights,
left turns were risky enough at this intersection.

No less than twice a week,
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Those token drumrolls into place,
that familiar bass line falls in line
till it finds the keys
and the brassy brass.
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