Abraham Lincoln

The deer and the antelope play
The hiccup of the telephone wires
Birds tossed in and out of the fray
Clouds rushing in loose focus
Afraid if he drops his glass into this room
Might just stare a hole clear through
Like a thumb pushed into the paper mache
Grizzly that rides the prey
Pale green life vibrates across the Abraham Lincoln
Curses spin beneath his chin
Not to pass any judgment
Over the deer and the antelope play
Over the boys swapping names
And the girls folding papers into clipper ships
When they’ve wandered from the parade route
And the room fills with aquarium lights
Cursive in a tangle on the wall
And the grizzly lies in deep deep slumber
From the cold cold places behind the Abraham Lincoln
Where the wallpaper will not fade
Magnolias pressure up against the bank from the dark as the deer and the
antelope play
The clicking of their heels, the clicking of their heels
Pale green life vibrates across the Abraham Lincoln
Over the boys swapping names
And the girls spinning curses across clipper ships