poetry & art by Lorri Primavera
Don’t jump O’Malley
Don’t jump O’Malley
CLANK CLANK CLANK SULLY SULLY SULLY
The ceiling fan is more noise than it’s worth
I’ll just open the window.
It’s breezy- pleasant
I love March weather
New born baby posumussus
And tree snow
Across the street are the birdy twins
Their power is hardly useful in this weather
The trees grow tall enough to eat
And my shoes are lost
O’Malley leaves the shoes and jumps
