it seems an avenue for the parvenu
who glitter and mime like bees round a cru
flush with cash, flush with dash, flush with boppity-boo.
I lean in, you lean out, you lean in, I lean out,
a flamenco we do, even a samba no doubt
while the white picket fences they shimmer and shout
“Oh look who! Oh look who!” like old aunties with gout.
And I’m so gorgeous and you’re larger than life
and if you’re honest, you’ll make me your wife;
but this world is so public and with catastrophes rife
its cerulean sky could change into a razor-sharp knife.
Would you stay with me, forever and a day
when the zinnias of summer turn a wintry gray?
When we walk beneath cottonwoods, will you turn and say,
“I’m glad you and I chose to go another way”?
Shay's Word Garden List this week is assembled from Alicia Suskin Ostriker's poems. Called "America's most fiercely honest poet," her poetry can be found at the Poetry Foundation. The words I chose to use: zinnias, cottonwoods, razor, public, catastrophe, bees, cerulean, flamenco, samba, gorgeous, mime The photo at bottom is the prompt inspiration from Carrie's Sunday Muse #242