where is your sun-umbrella
your pancake batter & cuban posters
twirling nylon delights, graffiti vapors
slowly taking shape or a shadow darker
interrogating every permanent marker
where is your pin on the map
your piñata of adulthood swinging low
plait crowns and toothpaste ribbons
playful mettle & mottled syntax
your canary post-it note & brass tacks
where is your old moonwalk
your jubilance in the silk blindfold
chinoiserie, laughter, held-breath, applause
some fabricated tale in hand, a spin before you fall
you’re not the only one at the party to hit the wall

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