Don’t wear shoes to the ocean,
not the normal kind, with actual
hard soles, no way. It’s like being
in Ireland and crawling like a baby
to the Blarney. Who’s got the insight
to go streaking after the sun sets?
Bert found Ernie under a cop car
folded into a bowtie that was
being worn by Mr. Reynolds. “That’s
a wrap!” calls the diva into the bull
horn like an exhausted, slightly
emaciated ragdoll. Train engines
run at two in the afternoon during
each performance, come what may.
