my name is up in lights
and alas, it tis’nt me
borders no longer
and
dog’s not my partner
but oh, what fun to see
such a name upon
the marquis.
—
i’ll never be mistaken for pat boone.
sal mineo
set up a business
selling lemonade
to a captive audience
of family and friends.
some of the employees
wait for the customers
to come to their door
and at times business is slow.
but one,
the littlest,
has an out of the box idea.
he quietly
reclaims
lemonade
already sold
and pours it back
into the the pitcher
to resell again.
to the same captive audience.
—
“i’m a hustler, baby; i sell water to a well!”
― jay-z
all of the
grand babies
cousins
from
near
and
so far
meet in one box.
all on one continent together
for the very first time.
and it is a summit meeting
of the highest order
where they
talk about
important things
like
should we go climb in something else?
do you have squirrels or kangaroos where you live?
can you read?
how old will you be when it’s your birthday?
can you ride a bike?
does anyone know where my sippy cup is?
in an instant
they know
they are
all
one family.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars. E. M. Forster