Across Boundaries

I will be professional when professional is fun

                                                                                                Draped in pink cotton.

I will feed the wrong dog                    when it comes

                                                                                                The font was circus.

With the same last name         like gang-busters  or nitwittery

I wish I could spend all day with the track star.

                                                                                                Misty eyes.

Always yielding to our modern scholars

colorful beads dangling   from the necks of gentle giants

Head to foot on the grass        under 14 tons of old               school steel.

You asked if I was happy with the struggle?

                                                                                    The Red Badge of Courage.

                                                                                                The Scarlet Letter.

I will write that poem for the  plastic    gutter              spoon

under the M

crave the extremes   like don't let the day end

In sweats         stripe      stretching across her

.

become a monk and a god star beaming

Knees up pressing on the seat back in front of them on my hands palms down

on the tops of them side by side on the school bus                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                               

                                                                                                             drivers            mind.