Tuesday, February 21, 2023

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Furry Mobile

the artist who
had been mak

                       ing them (we
                       didn’t know that

for sure) had
been placing

                       them on the lower
                       branches of trees

or sneaking
them up onto

                       the edges of the
                       sloping architecture

of people’s
homes or on

                       some of the neigh
                       borhood’s taller

mailboxes and
one time one

                       was hung from the
                       community’s singular

stoplight they
had all been

                       made of what seemed
                       like pieces of cut glass

that had been
assembled by

                       rotating wires and some
                       of us thought the swirl

ing twirling pieces
were all somehow

                       electric and when any
                       of us looked up on a

sunny morning our
eyes would be hit

                       by the shimmering
                       lights we thought

electric which
would momentarily

                       blind us and when
                       we could finally see

the swirling glass
moving after being

                       blinded momentarily
                       (during that time we

would each hear
the music of the

                       pieces tinkling
                       as if a music box

with a familiar
tune that we

                       could almost make
                       out, almost find the

words to, some
childhood nursery

                       rhyme sung to warn
                       us about bridges falling

or creatures that
would kidnap us

                       if we went too deeply into
                       the forest or faraway places

where everything
was crooked and in

                       threes, like billy goats or
                       bears or beds or pigs with

houses made of
different materials

                       creating different textures
                       these materials, each house

more fragile or
less fragile if you

                       were lucky or had fore
                       thought) but then one

day some boys
found one dangling

                       from just beneath the
                       bridge (the only entrance

or exit into the
idyllic community)

                       that swirled and twirled
                       but did not shimmer nor

tinkle and one of
the boys said it

                       stunk like a barn and
                       the one fire truck and

the sheriff’s car
could soon be

                       seen with their en
                       circling lights and

they stayed there
until at least dusk

                       and the mayor called
                       a meeting and put out

a proclamation
or a warning and

                       nobody was talking
                       anymore about how

beautiful they
were or how

                       they were works
                       of art anymore and

people were
mostly just

                       silent and serious
                       like winter after the

first big snow
only it was still

                       summer and the
                       world was suddenly

full of more
questions

                       than answers and
                       the kids would fall

asleep in class
and complain

                       of headaches once
                       school started that

year and this went on
for quite some time.

!bang!